its in the tragic death of a martyr...

speak in parrables, and no one knows the wiser, that inside theres this hurt. it took someone dear nearly dying, and then someone close pinning me down to make me see that... but theres an end in sight, and its not the bottle of resposado i used keep under my bed next to the bottle of tylenol pm, they were waiting for the right circumstance too ( Read more... )

i just got home. there was much crying involved, mostly on my part. there is much talking to be done, with everyone, especially with a certain someone. i do love you all, and i havnt meant to do this, or be like this.

( dont bother reading, its just ramble i needed to get out )

my parents just told me that they're worried about me too... that everyone is. at least everyone isnt alone... or unwarranted.

Sometimes the inspiration never comes ( Read more... )

my general manager pulled me aside today and said, "i pulled a report, last week i was here for 56.1 hours. you were here for 58.4" she said she nearly died last week with so many hours and was just wondering how i felt.

well give me all your poison, and give me all your pills, and give me all your hopeless thoughts and make me ill. you're runnin after somethin that you'll never kill, if this is what you want than... fire at will.

keep pushing cause it all only gets worse.

the words are lost, and probably dont have the meaning we seek, but know this, nothings ever meant more to me than the time we shared.