because that would be lame.

Saturday morning I am getting the hell out of this town.

Nothing has changed except for everything.

I love you.

Good luck.

i hate getting up in the morning.
i hate my job.
i hate my weaknesses.

self

medication

time to go back to sleep.

everyone is out creating

and i'm just sitting here destroying.

well, so much for simplicity.

you make me wish i were alive.

these words are worthless.

given up on caring again. don't be disappointed. it's all the same in the end. right?

let's go home now, kay?

trying not to change colors.

i always thought i was a chameleon, but sometimes i think i'm just transparent.

i suppose you already know what i've got to say ( Read more... )

you seem far away and i know you think i don't mind, but i can't help wondering if i do. these chords are so familiar and yet i can't seem to remember how the song ends. maybe the metaphor is tired, but the meaning remains, i remain, you remain, and the cliches aren't going away so i'm thinking it might be best just to embrace them. i don't know ( Read more... )

from the time i wake up until about six o'clock i am completely by myself. in the meantime, i sit, sleep, watch tv, read livejournals, and contemplate suicide. my temperature fluxuates from 99.2 to 103.0 and i adjust the thermostat accordingly. when i sleep, it is only for a maximum of two and a half hours, just long enough for a fever/drug induced ( Read more... )

in my head and i don't mind.

just a work in progress, but i think my creator has abandoned me.

i'll just fill the void with everyone and everything else. it's not so bad on

nights

like

this.

spinning

and you asked me if i knew what you meant, and i don't think you believe me when i say

i do.

clinging to those moments filled with promise

those moments from so long ago, filled with the promise of

progress.

what does it take?