deicded to keep my mouth shut, at this point, whats the point.

I guess all there is left to do is try and be productive. I hate my place here, I hate the way people think of me, I hate the way I think of me, and I hate who I am, I miss who I was, but I hated that guy too ( Read more... )

next level shit, next level hit, if I hit the next level I'm gonna be half lit ( Read more... )

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I feel utterly beaten, and i've felt that way for a while. A long fuckin while, but god. i dunno i just feel beat down, just a professional athlete, he never admits anyones as good as he is. whether they are or not. but at this point i just wanna wave a white flag ( Read more... )

where the fuck do you run away to when theres no where to fuckin run away to?

Fuck.

And the glow left, it became light again, watched it consume around us indecisively.
There’s never enough room for resign or tears for that matter.
It’s not me it’s not you, and it’s not us.

Look at me, and don’t shy away,
I’m grown,
And you’re still beautiful.

television and movies don't validate or help me work through the things i feel they devalue them and take away their impact and meaning, it takes the things that make life and make them seem like they should happen all the time, and make us take them for granted, or try and make shit happen constnatly.
i dunno,
just thinking.

I remember why music meant more to me than everything else.
Why won't patrick swazyee just die of cancer all ready.

who's with me?