It's been a long while since I've written something and even longer since I've written something positive. I'm tired of logging onto LJ and seeing my last message be something I'd much rather just forget. I would just delete it, but I also want to remember it. It helps keep me on my meds sometimes ( Read more... )

Eighteen and Six ( Read more... )

Isn't graduation supposed to be a happy time? Why, then, am I starting to hate the idea of graduating so much? Why, then, am I hearing my parents yell about it once again? Why, dare I ask, can't I feel so happy at the idea of leaving that place? Why is the memory already sullied?

I want to hug him
      Smack him
         Ignore her             ( Read more... )

Dated Tuesday, February 24, 2004

I Am The Girl

I am the girl who cries red
My tears are my blood
Crimson and Warm.
My eyes are my arms
Pale and Soft.
My veins are my tearducts
Blue and Alive.
My razor is my tissue
Sharp and Comforting.
The cuts are my tearstains
Crimson and Dry.
For I am the girl who cries red.

UntitledI realize that I do ( Read more... )

( Mental Blink )

( Human )

( Cinderella )

hiding outI realized today that ( Read more... )

SmileI know about you because ( Read more... )