There really wasn't any way of telling how screwed up my life was. A thirteen year old girl, completely out of place with her Catholic School uniform and glassy eyes. Everyone had something to say. Why should my life be put in front of others? For the longest time I thought that everyone was going through this, that it was okay. I was so far ( Read more... )

Babble, weird word ( Read more... )

this rusty pocket watch
is the basis of our life.
tick.
tick.
tick.
a frustrating glimpse from you
causes me to beg.
please let me down easy.
you said you'd catch me when i fall tick ( Read more... )

who are you?
a narcissist living in a closet.
full of pride and terribly vain.
erotic pleasure gained from my own mental attributes.
crestfallen when it comes to my appearance.

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i don't really understand why i have to be so coy ( Read more... )

My attention for this online journal is lacking. I have so much to say; I'm sure this post will go on for days.

A friend of mine just shared a parable with me:"A young indian boy is told a story by his father that goes as follows. There are to wolves inside each of us, a white wolf and a black wolf. They fight a ferocious battle for your soul. ( Read more... )

the only reason i post in this thing is cause brooke tells me to.
actually i used to be so obsessed wtith LJ.
i wish LJ was the new myspace.
for real.

who's up for a reveloution?
i am!

man bro i n33d a boyfr4n!

when i say dry spell..

i mean i've basically gotten corpal tunnel syndrome in my wrist.

You let him fuck you.
That's all you'll ever be to him.
Something to fuck.
Something to abuse.
Something to take advantage of.
Don't say I didn't warn you.

You deserve everything you are about to get.