and I could forget everything they said?
Could I be then who I really am?

What if I sold everything I own
and ran away from everyone I know?
Could I make another place my home?

If I let go of all of my ghosts
Who would I dote over the most?

What if everyone is right?
Should've taken their advice...

but I can't change my mind.Somehow it is all ( Read more... )

And I know you can't.
I want to believe you but I can't feel a thing. Feel-Good Jones; Lime Scented Self-Esteem Booster ( Read more... )

So Hold On.I intended to sleep tonight, had sincere convictions in doing such; fuck roommates and sex fiends posing as if truly exhibiting compassion, when in all actuality, merely possessing a predilection to be solely theoretical friends. I think their wry correlation would be foolish to ignore. I sometimes feel like the universe is always giving ( Read more... )

My writing has become increasingly horrid; must s a lot of d before any improvement is to be established.

What good is confidence? (or rather, what is good confidence ( Read more... )

1. You are my hero. The thought of you dying breaks my heart ( Read more... )

I have these feelings about objects around me. I don't care about them. I could give a shit less. The real reason for this sentiment in regards to the material articles around me is due to my awareness that life is meaningless. Meaningless because everything will eventually end. I wonder if people who've committed suicide (that always sounds weird ( Read more... )

It has been a long while since my last confession ( Read more... )

Me too

Confusion flies off the minds of everyone in these trying times of anger and lust-- the words just roll off the tongue, spit out and escaping to now scathed ears and eyes-- broken down and full of lies. When will apathy just cease the soul and capture thee in harmony. Thine own soliloquy