en mi vida,
el oscuro me mantiene
cuando yo te vi
en la lluvia me prometistes tu sangre.

life's just has me on repeat. i moved out again, for the second time. and to the same place. and in the same month as last year. let's hope i never go back again.

hello orlando.
i curse you.

i'm fucking sick, and it really sucks. spent a chunk of my day tripping bawls off nyquil, it was shitty. WERD.

im caught up in the things that you know i like.

isn't it funny when you wake up and realize you've been totally nuts for the past week but you still don't even really feel that much better, just aware. everything in my body is screwed up, i have no appetite and i'm trying to quit smoking. and i ask, how do i feel i don't feel an-y-thing. gettin' more and more introverted and there's nothin to do ( Read more... )

you are so right, just grab the chance by the horns.

thank you.

where troubles melt like lemon drops
away above the chimney tops, that's where you'll find me

i
drink.

lots.

yes, i am. i am waiting impatiently for the day where i can turn my head to yours and say, “i am done with your life.”

school; feels good to meet you again, hadn't seen your face in a year or so.

this feels good. im happy for myself.