In these words that crash my ears
I now stomach this in fear
With the turn I gathered name as the bastard's son
Who by fire I would come
Through this wire I might cut
Atop this tower of loss and lust

I'll gravitate towards you
I will in the now hate you

I'll make you wish
You hadn't burned our time before
I'll live through this in a ( Read more... )

(Chuck enters, wearing one of Alissa's shirts with horsies all over it.)

Jean:  Men don't wear shirts like that.

Chuck:  You mean this bad ass shirt with awesome stallions on it?

Jean:  I would call them colts or ponies at best.

Chuck:  More like death-seeking doom stallions.

I hate my brother.

Well, well, well.  Here I am again, feeling lonely and unimportant.  Recurring theme for me.  When will I use up all my bad karma and find something that works?

I put my all into this one.  He can say a lot about me I suppose, but he can never say I didn't try.  I was really naive enough to think that if both parties really, really loved eachother ( Read more... )

How did everything in my life turn into something I abhor so quickly?

I want to tear my hair out.

No longer mourn for me when I am dead ( Read more... )

Problems, problems, problems ( Read more... )

Why is everything suddenly so fucking hard?

What is wrong with me?

Dead and gone, dead and gone.

They always say that you really know how a friend/significant other really is when the going gets rough.