It's easier to hate the one's we love...there's just so much more to despise ( Read more... )

I shouldn't be this angry (x10)

I hate traitors above all other things, but those who betray themselves, I despise them most of all...

In smiles you hide, and happiness deceive, but tears are your calling card, and pure poison are you both.

It rained yesterday, and...usually I hate rain. In fact I had the costumary depression and anger that usually goes along with a rainy day. Instead of hurrying home after school though, I felt compelled to go somewhere, anywhere and just be utterly alone and give into emotion, any emotion that would flash in front of me. I went to the nature ( Read more... )

is so sexy...silence is so sexy ( Read more... )

Moon has eclipsed the sun. My waters have turned bitter, and run frothy with thine blood. Peace, peace unto you, for, it is not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Be not afraid ( Read more... )

And that about sums things up, okay. My life is stressed contentment. I'm trying to distance myself in some areas to reduce social stress, and trying to reengage in other areas to help practice other, long underdeveloped functions. Either way, it's not easy, and somewhat contrary to my personality. I like to be involved, usually to the point of ( Read more... )

Inside my head, little girls dance, their dresses blossoming and blooming. They hold pansies and daffodils in their hands, as they twirl about on the lawn. Small bare feet cold on dew covered green. We all fall down. The little red roses, embroidered lovingly on the cotton, decoration? Or a thorny reminder, that soon little girls will bleed. ( Read more... )

I guess I just want to be loved.

stupid bitches, I'm filled with stitches, but with laughter or pain I do not know. They've called me the Satanic Christ, I've denied that thrice but what other destiny awaits? Can you understand, what I've been? Can you feel, what I've given? Can you bleed, when I've never touched you? Please forgive me for my sins, it seems all your heads, ( Read more... )

I think I'm scared, but I'm not even sure of what...or I don't want to admit to it yet.