i hate the way you make me apologize for everything.
cower away like a wounded puppy at the hint of any compassion
because you racked me with guilt,
and made me hate myself
when really it was you who hated yourself
You made me feel terrible about everything
Made me cut myself
Made me bleed myself
For your incompetencies
You?
YOU?!Never ( Read more... )

You think that you mean something, that your life has some worth other than taking up air and moving through the daily motions, but it doesn't. You never realize how little you are worth until your best friend is sobbing in your arms, distraught over finding the strength to get through life without her hero, and there's nothing you can do to help ( Read more... )

it's 3:16 in the afternoon in lake forest, illinois. i am sitting pretty among million dollar houses in the projects of lake forest college, moore hall, room 211. outside the snow swirls around like confetti at a new year's parade, and blankets every level plane in a white shag carpet. it must be freezing out- it was only 1 degree F last night ( Read more... )

this livejournal is obnoxious. if i could burn it, i probably would.

i know the scrolling pictures are a little tacky, but i love these people and i love these pictures.

thank you for making me stronger
thank you for showing me what a true friend shouldn't be
thank you for helping me better cherish the friends i have now
thank you for making me value trust
thank you for showing me how to be a good person, unlike you
thank you for helping me see how important i actually am
and fuck you for being everything you are

If befriending shallow, whorish bitches were a job, I would be CEO. (Anne would be a solid contender for VP ( Read more... )

Yesterday, there was a woman on TV with a 160 pound tumor attached to the side of her body. She was from Romania, and I tuned in right as the side of her torso was split open, and glistening ruby and fat. At first I thought she was having a siamese twin removed, but then they showed the huge, cancerous mass lying there and I realized it wasn't a ( Read more... )

I want to live ( Read more... )

i cried today. not hard. i was listening to "old man" by neil young, and my heart overfilled with bad feelings, and spilled onto my cheeks. last night i cried really hard, in the middle of garden lane at 3:45 in the morning, and it almost washed my face away ( Read more... )