An attempt to start over.

All others. None other.

Won't bleed. Scared as hell.

Fucked. More than once.

Summer boys. Boys of Summer.

Don't stop.

Unknowing. On another level.

Wanting, needing, breathing, something.

Over and over and over and over and over again.

You'll never know this. Or that.

Where do you go? Where are you from?

Happily unhappy. From the ( Read more... )

 
This is a time of past desire realizations.

Nights of anxious nicotine consumption.

So many emotions reciprocated, dilapidated, recreated.

Reconstruction of beliefs, destruction of character.

The unexpected hint of inspiration surrounding distraction.

There is a curious survival of friendship.

And a promise of hell.

This is all so overwhelming.

A creeping ( Read more... )

You never made me feel good enough.

You always made me feel pressured.

You hurt me with the things you say.

You don't know me.

You left me.

I can't tell you anything.

You make me feel so unimportant.

You make me want to throw up.

I've always wanted you to like me.

I can't feel you anymore.

You don't trust me.

I hate you so much.

You made me who I ( Read more... )

Life is changing so fast, and I feel like I'm being left behind. I could use every excuse for why I've put forth no effort to catch up. But - I can't. My heads not in the right place, I don't even try to finish anything I start, I haven't even tried to get a job, my car hasn't been fixed for that reason, this is my going on second year not going to ( Read more... )

Do you believe there is a reason for the little things we experience in life? I do. There has to be. Otherwise, it wouldn't be there. Like those songs by people you don't know the name of - neither do you know the title - but you know every word ( Read more... )

Great ( Read more... )

The question of all questions ( Read more... )

"We mustn't. Because there's only us two and in the world there's all the rest of them. If anything comes between us we're gone and they have us ( Read more... )

Nostalgia ( Read more... )

I'm highly deprived of sleep, lately. It has become ridiculous. I keep getting sick. School starts back in four days, and I'm anything but ready. My senior year of high school, and I'm ready to give up. But, I can't. I have no reason to. I need to get up, and get my ass moving. I need to work hard, and make it to where I want to be. Life definately ( Read more... )