Sticks and stones are hard on bones, aimed with angry art. Words can sting like anything, but silence breaks the heart.

Switching Journals: ahuihou

My mother would have been 40 today.

I know that the way that you feel, is how you want it to be. That you’re hoping to be so right in this choice that you won’t even listen to a word I say. But I just carry on anyway. My mind decided not to make a fuss about life a long time ago, because it wasn’t worth it. Because no matter how much you want something, the more you want it, the ( Read more... )

At midnight, this morning, I didn't care anymore ( Read more... )

It’s been such a long day ( Read more... )

There’s nothing much more that I could say ( Read more... )

So how was it all you happy holiday psychos. You weird people that get up before dawn. I honestly don't know how you people do it. My parents usually wake me up around ten, so that's what I'm used to. I've never understood why people get up so early to open their presents. It builds up so much better if you wait until you can't wait anymore. But if ( Read more... )

Merry Christmas Eve all you happy fucks. Hope you all have a nice night, and have a blast tomorrow. I'll be thinking about all of you, so I hope you're all behaving. Yeah... I hope you all get what you've wished for, because I know at least most of you deserve it. I'm kidding. You know I love you people. Now, don't throw rocks, or dirty insults ( Read more... )

Christmas is almost here. And I don't want to go. Not really feeling it this year. Did I get too old? I stopped believing in Santa Clause when I was seven. Is that what's wrong? I just don't have that Christmas spirit anymore because it was lost at such a young age? Maybe it's stress. Oh well, I'm sick anyway. Maybe I'll get lucky and end up being ( Read more... )