i'm thinking about fucking her. and she says something about the gas prices ( Read more... )

In the past…
I was…
it was…
I’m…..
I should…
i….. ...
you know I always…
we just…
it’s just that…
I couldn’t imagine…
i’m really meant to…
I could’ve…
I couldn’t have…
you always…
and I was…
I remember…
…but it was just in the past.
I can’t…
thanks to you…
you’re better than…
because of…
I tired to concentrate…
I convinced myself…
every time we…
I ( Read more... )

it's strange to me how i've learned to block out those feelings. i almost feel like they're gone but somehow, in accord with some of those promises, i know they're still somewhere inside of me. buried under hatred and betrayal and guilt and regret. somehow as well i seem to bury those feelings with something else. with apathy; with the end of ( Read more... )

now i'm confused

is there really such a thing as inner turmoil? or do we know what we want and just fight it because of what the rest of the world says?

is this death really you?

i remember everything ( Read more... )

i used to be soooooo artsy. the fuck happend?

learn how to be alone

sometimes they just stop calling.

we'll always just skip torture.

thank god cocaine kills slower than suicide.