what day is it..... friday, well saturday now. heres some updates on my oh so interesting life. Well i've finalyl found someone to talk to, in someone whom i least expected. i dotn knwo why, but i trust that person, entirely, and those of you who know me knows that that doesnt come easily from me. you know who you are, and i thank you for being ( Read more... )

Heres a poem that i wrote after the slam tonight, I loved the atmosphere in there so much i wish i could go back every friday night or at least have stayed 'til it was over and done, but no, i couldnt for stephen was done, he was scared of when he was going to crash, but, i didnt mind, for i was happy and i was sane for once in my live, i could ( Read more... )

I need someone to talk to, one that i wont worry will think i'm trying to take away from their problems by telling them about mine. one that i can just break down in front of. one that i wont have to worry will judge me because of what i've done in the past and what i do now. i dotn know any one who fits all of those descriptions. i either dont ( Read more... )

Have fun, im havign amindless day ( Read more... )

Ok, currently Stephen and i are at jenn's house waiting for hger and her family to get back from their relative's house. the ride up here was nice, but currently things havce been iffy, but its nice, jenn and I get along better than we thought we would, and she has this fascination with my fishnet shirt ( Read more... )

here goes nothing. Monday i went to the doctors... bad juju apparentl;y, i have high blood presseure 140/80, my head hurts, i get to go see a shrink forr the cutting and the apathy. i get to go to jenn;s with stephen which is wonderful, i can go to the slam next week, and i have a date fro prom, i'm going with Jamie, as a favor to her, i dotn minda ( Read more... )

Why, Why is it that happyness only lives in short bursts? it's like a room filled with pure O2. (anyone who knows what fire can do knows thats bad shit) It starts, burns hot and quick, then dies. How the hell? oh well, i suppose every good thing has it's follies ( Read more... )

why the hell, i cant seem to put my butterfly down, i had to put it down to write this entry, its so tempting, its crazy, there's a reason i made so many promises to so many people and if i broke them it'd be horrible, i couldnt deal with my self if i broke it, even just to make a scratch in myself, those of you that dont know what i do...you ( Read more... )

(Ok, before i edit this tiny peice of shit, which i call a story, i'm going to post it here to get some input ( Read more... )

Wow, today was obscenely marvolous. After school, Stephen and i went to the book rack where I bought a 1936 copy of The Skin Horse, by the lady who wrote The Velveteen Rabbit, and an 1899 copy of a Jules Verne book, Michael Strogoff or The courier for the Czar. I didtn realize that it was that old until i got home. its great. But oh well, i ( Read more... )