I feel like sometimes I don't know myself. Or maybe I just don't want to know me. My indecisiveness and complexity is all too much sometimes. I have these really fragile moments when I feel like I hate myself. I know that I don't, but I just think I do temporarily. I have these really crazy moments too when I'm sitting on my bed writing poet tree ( Read more... )

No one comes here anymore. I'm fallen and diseased. Done with looking for love on the outside when I have so much inside. Everything is being freshly discovered. I FOUND IT!!! It was waiting to be awakened and now it feels hungry. My lovely little moment. The hallucinations I conjure are so amazing and beautiful, just like the world ( Read more... )

I've been itching to write so instead of dumping on here, I've been using my greatest friend of all...PAPER!!! I've been so fucking busy, my head is spinning and all the world is a blurr of colors. This must be what the afterlife tastes like. I'm hungry for inspiration...I can hear my mind growling...it wants to be fed. My thots screaming and ( Read more... )

I guess I'm just celebrating my scars. So much has changed...so much has vanished. I'm just a twisted scribbler. Maybe I don't feel good today??? My vains swell with pain. It's pretty outside, I'll just go for a walk.
Best wishes to everyone...
~Kristen~

I found this on a website ( Read more... )

I have a "date" to prom and now I can't wait to go and bust a move! Thanx to all who commented, even if you didn't read and just hit the comment button, that's still nice. So we're not allowed to write on this at skewl anymore which really sux but there's nothing we can do. I recieved a comment from someone who I really like and want to hang out ( Read more... )

I'm feeling like an evil pixie today...mwuuha hahahaha! I feel like something's pumping through my vains that's both terrifying and vunerable. I love everyone in my life so much. Thank you guys for loving me, making me feel like I belong, and just filling the holes in my soul with a piece of you! Words can not describe how much you all mean to me. ( Read more... )

I signed up to give speeches at graduation. I'm feeling stressed, pressured, and unworthy. I know I'm not popular and that I keep to myself for the most part, but I also know that I love to write. Creating anything is absolutely wonderful to me. I feel like there is meaning when I'm creating. Obscure things seem to make sense after once baffeling ( Read more... )

~What's up, bitchez~
Today I feel like instead of fading into panic, pain and stress...I'm becoming who I am. It's nice.I wish everyone the best and I hope to write more later.
Kris

Every day I feel as though something's telling me to give up, that nothing matters, I should save myself from all the shit and raise my flag and surrender. The scary thing is that the owner of this voice that tells these things to me is me. But when I'm by myself in the prison cell of my mind, I feel strangely whole. When I'm able to strip away all ( Read more... )