... i found a working truck today. of course it doesnt smell to good since the drivers skin had melted onto the drivers seat. i have no idea how long it sat there, but damn if i couldn't keep sophie from licking the back of the seat when we got in ( Read more... )

... i'm shivering. it feels like 100 degrees out here, but i am shivering. each step i take, my knees buckle and i feel like just falling down and dying. maybe then i could get out of this hell ( Read more... )

i'm bored and lonely
i'm regretful
i'm tired, and busy
i want to stop, but if i do, i'll probably won't move again

i literally am living my life from one outing to the next...

i need to escape this...

but i can't if i plan to ever accomplish my dreams...

what i expect of myself....

so i remain trapped...

lost to ambivalent apathy...

it seems i have become numb...
as i wade through my head
i find nothing of any value...

no great emotion, no great
happiness or sadness that has
always driven me through life before...

just intrinsic nature guides me,
as i float emotionlessly through
these melding weeks and months
that comprise a meager life...

is it bad that i follow relationships so i know when they fail? have i become that cynical?

nothing to report in the long months between this post and that...

... i'm starting to become desensitized to this.. this whole incident... the smells. the decay.... the rot. even the lumop of terror and nausea that would come to rest in my stomcah is beginning to fade... once there, dragging me down with its weight in horror. i think the load has lightened was my sanity begins to wane... i'm beginning to see ( Read more... )

hooray survey ( Read more... )

bleak and hallow seems to haunt ( Read more... )

i turned 22 yesterday!

don't worry, i forgot too!

the boy no longer needs sight to guide him in the world of ruin, laid hidden within the depths of the valley of shadow. his newly found emotions of desolation and sorrow guide him, allowing him to trudge wearily towards the bright spot in the sky that could be the sun. trudging towards something that feeds the detached feeling in his stomach, ( Read more... )