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Apr 11, 2005 16:11

An eight letter death sentence, a poison arrow through my heart. No matter how many steps I take forward, I find myself right back at the start. I am sick of insensitivity, tired of lies, and built up expectations; jaded, trampled upon, and left all but alone. The more I think about it, the more I hate my life and what it's become. The harder I ( Read more... )

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Dear Alex candicethelost April 12 2005, 02:33:14 UTC
I'm really sorry, I know there's nothing I can say to amke you feel better, except that you check your inbox and noticed someone else noticing.

I love you. Call me if needed 241-6794.

Candice<3

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Re: Dear Alex corvus_tenebrae April 12 2005, 11:55:44 UTC
Thank you dearly, Candice. It really does mean a lot to me to know that someone notices.

I WILL call you, as we really need to do something soon. I propose a trade: your Death From Above shirt, chains, and aviators for my magical music making device.

Seems fair enough to me.

I love you too, Candice... and I'll definitely give you a ring on one of my next days off.

In the meantime, I shall become my job, and act like I have a choice not to -_^.

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