Long brown hair, eyes of green ( Read more... )

Hey everyone! I decided that this is gonna be Friends only so comment if you want to be added. Yah, alright. See you all in hell.

Hey

It's my birthday and I can cry if I want to.

Let's rot in our exhaustion, under sand and falling flame. Maybe if we lay here long enough we'll hear them call our name. We'll arise from our tombs with hopeful looks adorned on our withered faces. Let's burn while we've still got time. Let's turn away from the needle's fine point and hide. Are we ready to die?

She left her home from Sweet Alabama. Rose Alabama, for the city, New York City yah. I told you five or four times. She goes to parties. Underground parties, Andy Warhol everywhere. She wears the leather, I wear the make up. I feel sick. I'm so fucking tired but I can't sleep and I want to throw up all over the place cause I like messes. FIVE OR ( Read more... )

Yesterday afterschool was a very nice time. Went to driver's ed to brush up on my hours with Elaine and got to meet Helen's father. Such a small world. After that, we went to Eric's and had a practice. It went alright, we spent the whole time practicing "Simple Man." The song's alright I suppose. Short compared to other Skynard tunes. Sharon came ( Read more... )

I can always feel it at the back of my throat. It stings to swallow. Urgh. Fuck. All the obscenities in the world can't dull this ache and make things alright. It'd be nice if they could, wouldn't it? You will return to me. Cause if you don't then this book is all lies. If you don't my plans will all be ruined. If you don't I'll start drinking like ( Read more... )

It's stronger than ever. I can fucking hear it. I can fucking hear it in my fucking head. It won't fucking go away. I WANT IT TO ALL JUST GO AWAY. I DON'T CARE HOW, I DON'T CARE HOW. IT JUST HAS TO. I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE. I CAN'T FUCKING FUNCTION. FUCKING DRAGON CHASERS. THIS CONVERSATION KILLS. IT'S ALL I HEARD OR SEE NOW. THERE'S NO RELIEF. ( Read more... )

Well today was interesting. My day didn't begin until about 5 when I went to go get Leslie's birthday gift. I bought her a Tori Amos CD and apparently the title of one of the songs being "Father Lucifer" gave my mother the urge to go on and on about how it's bad for the soul and shit. I don't have a soul anymore, quiet. Leslie's party was alright I ( Read more... )