Immediately feeling guilty for that

well. its over. good fucking riddance

I'm in SB, hoping that I get the job at brophys although I do not think it will happen. I try to avoid thinking about you, but you still contact me which makes it next to impossible. Of course, only when it's convenient for you...between the parties i suppose. You will never understand. You say you need to figure out your shit. but all you are ( Read more... )

Man, things are shitty right now. Sucks to have no one sane to talk to. The sad part is that after a while of it, you begin to believe you're the crazy one; simply because everyone around you is convinced of other logic. I didn't think things would get this hard.

Fucking dickhead.

You gotta have a love like a fire. This is so fucking hard. It is so frustrating to see the person you love getting fucked over again and again by life and being able to do NOTHING to ease the pain is even worse. WHY is there nothing I can do??? Someone PLEASE hire me already. FUCK

What the fuck am I doing? What the FUCK am I doing. FUUUUUCCCKKKKK

So this is what my life is now? A pathetic lonely repeat. I'm writing on a loop, I will say nothing you have not heard before. Leave now if what you think of me is judged by this. I am nothing, I do nothing, I live nothing, you treat me like nothing. Ahhh, it all fits! Such sweet comfort in this routine. At least when I'm depressed, I know I am ( Read more... )

If I am the cave at the edge of the ocean, then life is the waves, then God is the relentless current, pulling and pushing and spliting everything blocking the path of fate. Right to my doorstep. I am being encroached, it seems, by gallons and gallons of useless water, infiltrated by salt and springs with a mind of their own. I just feel so ( Read more... )

And when you are tired of me I will keep on and keep consciousness and keep witness. you hold me now, but how long are our legs? How long are the hands of the clock as it settles on times too new to see; you are too quick to breathe. You are too quick to leave. I am too broken to conceive; anything but creeping doubt, and here comes yet another ( Read more... )