get crucial. martha dumptruck was dialing suicide hotlines in her diapers.

I have a little less than $3 in change - to my name. my car is on the cusp of absolute engine failure, AND my electricity is scheduled for termination this week. goddamn, is the world not just peachy?

Im not sure where Im going. to hell or the prom.

iwish. imay. iwish. imight ( Read more... )

apathy comes in waves so thick I barely can respond to trivial conversation, much less anything substantive. friends wonder what's wrong; poke and prod me for assurance that I'm still here. barely ( Read more... )

mother fucking hell.
i know this: love makes everything die.
ive got to pull my fucking shit together.

but above all else.
love matters.

it used to be that i only ever noticed the pain at night. daytime acted as a sort of filter - i could fake it a lot better.
i must be terminal. thats all slipping away.

love destroys. love never dies. love's destruction - or rather, its capacity to destroy never dies.

an endless journey into oblivion - the bright blinding light forgets to steal away the emptiness.

when will I ever be okay?

yeah. this sucks.

we are the weak. the infirmed. the sorrowful. love's last scorn lies sweetly on my lips. I lie placid in a pool of blood, waiting for something else.