i'm making a steady decline again.

how badly would you, my friends, judge me if i told you another secret for why moving on is so hard and what other reasons there could be?

- helen.

oh my god, just FUCK OFF.

- helen.

"i'm just not feeling it today," you said.
you don't know why you are,
but you are.

me too, ray.
every single day.

- helen.

okay, today was not so bad.

i got my homecoming dress today and i'm madly in love with it.
it was from dillards, meaning someone else probably has it too, but god damnit it looks good on me and i'm gonna wear it better.
i'll show you what you left, wink wink nudge nudge.
oh and i bought three other dresses to wear casually. yay!

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pathetic pathetic pathetic.

soon i'll have something real to write.

i hope.

- helen.

i don't know why my dumb ass thought it would be a good idea to click back a few pages in my inbox and read everything you ever wrote to me, from the day we met to now.

fuck... fuck. i say fuck a lot lately.

- helen.

oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
i'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
so tell me when you're gonna let me in,
i'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.
and if you have a minute why don't we go,
talk about it somewhere only we know?
this could be the end of everything.
so why don't we go somewhere only we know?
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if the days in my life could be represented with a graph, it would be a sine function.


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...i guess a weak and tired and frightened girl is no longer appealing.

so now i'm drunk again.
the means to my end
and i'm scared of myself.

- helen.

some people have a gift of reaching right into your soul,
and finding the hole,
and making it bigger.
baby, sometimes i think i catch ya crackin' cynical smiles,
and in a short while
you’ll be my heart’s grave digger.
well there’s not much i can do
'cause i’m at the mercy of you.
so baby, i guess we’re through.

nah, i'm really not upset as the song ( Read more... )