it's funny to me, how I always find myself in the same position. wondering who is hurting more, and why can't we just get over it together so all of it can be gone. why can't any of us really just face what's bothering us, love, broken hearts maybe? instead of just covering it with hate for one another ( Read more... )

I like feeling nothing ( Read more... )

I clicked the update button with the intention of writing an entry, angsty and over-tired ( Read more... )

(  .. because I some friends have weak stomachs. )

" I would sit in my closet, and inject heroin, because I figured that way, even if my mom came in the room, I'd still have time to take out the needle, clean my arm, and hide the stuff ( Read more... )

Most of the time I have no reason to be depressed ( Read more... )

I plan on jumping out my window, running to the bus stop and getting on. Probably going to peet's ( Read more... )

I lean back in my chair and feel a chill, the open vent staring at me ( Read more... )

I meant to type strange, but instead wrote strangle ( Read more... )

When I turn on my computer, it automatically logs me into iChat ( Read more... )