The razors and the dying roses Plead I don't leave you alone The demi-gods and hungry ghosts Oh God, God knows I am not at homeI'm starting to see some reason... no purpose to my pain. The longer I spend out her... here
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I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I don't know who I am when I look at myself. I take so much shit from people. The other day I called a friend of mine a bitch and told her to lay off. She wasn't angry, she was actually happy that I "stood up to her". I didn't raise my voice at all or anything, but while I was saying it it felt so very not
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I need the winter to come soon. It's the time of year I spend alone and the cold fills me to the bone with energy. Winter lets me love again. It's when the world goes to sleep and I wake up
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Nothing ever works, for the past several years this has been the case. I'm on the brink of just saying "fuck it" to everything in this life, if something dosen't change. All I need is one little spark of happiness to hold on to and I can deal with anything... without it: FUCK IT
Man I'm back home for a few hours and can already taste how lonely this place is to me. I don't know how I'm gonna handle this. I mean it is better than the fury I feel when I'm staying at my father's place
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I've moved into my new place in Galloway by Stockton. It's a very nice place, it has two floors, three bed rooms, 2.5 baths, a kitchen, a huge living room, and a back yard that ends in a pond.