Long fingers finding soft throats to strangle. The deaf, dumb, blind, cripple boy on a motorcycle. Another drink on the house because tonight we remeber all nights spent alone. If loneliness was a drink, I'd be an alcoholic.

I had a dream last night. It involved a former lover. She proclaimed to me the love I know she'd never share, moments before we were torn from the other. The culprit was the morning sun. The cliche sunshine ( Read more... )

I figured this would be better than some semi-poetic journal entry. I've realized I am only good at recognizing metaphores. The power to turn them into beautiful solace escapes me. And you'll never know ( Read more... )

Another autumn, another semester. The leaves havn't bled yet but it already smells like death. School is fine but we aren't playing enough lounge jazz. The fair was alright but I didn't make out with anyone or puke on a ride so it might've well just never happened. And yea, the whole lack of intimate relations isn't exactly a highlight in my social ( Read more... )

Ask yourself which catagory you belong in, are you a loss or betrayal. My summer has been full of them and they go hand in hand. I've lost a band, friends, and even romances. And while time can heal most wounds, the most depressing fact in all of this is how much i've lost and how little i've realized. I've let myself down in the biggest way. This ( Read more... )

I think you might be horribly dissapointed if I told you about myself. Fuck, I even make myself sick just thinking about it. As much as I try to convince myself about how un-important everything is it turns out i'm wrong. It really sucks that another thing in my life has shattered beyound repair and I can do nothing but feel the glass cut my skin. ( Read more... )

When you betray yourself, it fills you with an infinite sadness and melancholy. It warms your body like lost virginity. It makes you feel alive like a man about to be hanged. It's an acidic kiss ( Read more... )

I turned 20 today and realized I no longer had the excuse of being a stupid teenager. I've reached an age and sense of responsibility I didn't ask for. It does make me sad that i'm older then alot of my friends. I can't help but feel like that creepy older kid that can't let go of his not so distant past. So...who knows, I've just been trying to ( Read more... )

Write: Things you enjoy, even when no one around you wants to go out and play. What lowers your stress/blood pressure/anxiety level? Make a list, post it to your journal... and then tag 5 friends and ask them to post it to theirs ( Read more... )