15 is an awkward age.
I realize this today in the fiction section of Borders, browsing "coming-of-age" novels that always only occur at the thirteen year old mark, fourteen, and - skipping right over fifteen - sixteen. You can be illusive and dangerous and naive at thirteen and you can be illusive and dangerous and sex-driven at sixteen but at ( Read more... )

remember me, journal? remember the way i decided to escape myself and ran in circles trying to find a better form of indecision? remember how i confirmed that i would never again speak in nonsense? i remember and i lied. i lied with my eyes open and my hands down, lied with a smile and a heart full of broken arteries that bled for nothing.
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i like to think that rambling about love and writing in poetry will get me somewhere special. now i see that only never sleeping is the answer to none of my problems.

don't you love sentences that don't make sense? cause i do.

happy birthday twisted_spin3; you've been my livejournal friend for i can't even remember and your journal is one of my ( Read more... )

i wonder how many times i will rewrite this entry before i realize i have said everything to be said. i am not constructing new sentences. i am not narrating new stories. i am opening old wounds dressed in new stitches and pretending they are something extraordinary. we are all as plastic as the dolls we detest. i am feeble with confusion, ( Read more... )

I don't want to face the world today... or ever.

i'm not sure what to think about any situation abecause right now hinking seems like it waouls take too much work to do. i just want to let my head roll off my shoulders and it fees lw ike it just may and i know what i want to say but i but i bu t my fingers are diong the takng right now and they are considerably less coherent. i don't know if it ( Read more... )

I gave the lead singer of my new favorite band my old hemp bracelet. The show was awesome.

"Darling, it's not you." She said to the reflection; "It's me." Sigh. Cigarette. Smoke ring. "Okay. It is you. But a little bit of it may be me. I love you. I do." I think. "But married? I said yes but I meant... well, I meant yes then but you know me. I have a tendancy to speak before I act so I probably didn't mean yes." Cigarette. ( Read more... )

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