It takes so long to realize the things in life and how so many are unachievable. Why should I lie to myself? I'm no longer of five years old, and I know what I want will never come to be. I don't know what else to post except for the fact that what everyone sees is 10% of what is in my life ( Read more... )

I love this feeling. I'm so high, and no one can bring me down. All the pretty faces that I can see now couldn't compensate for my depression that I should be in. I'm just so happy and so high up on a pedestal. Nothing can touch me here. I'm untouchable. The rivers that run my blood are drying. I'm drying up. I've not bled entirely and I've ( Read more... )

I can do anything you cando.

For all the wounds that are never going to heal me,
For all the ghosts that are never going to catch me...

I'll carry on the same as I did yesterday, and morning will be on the highway like it does everyday.

But tonight I climb with you.

If only reality felt this good.

I can play so many different roles in life that I doubt anyone would be able to tell the differences in between them. This is one of many veils I hide myself through.
Ten pounds to the naked eye; I don't take the bus, because she drives.
<3.

This being my first entry, I need an auguration like Bush's; less lavish and obnoxiously spendy. I'm a spendthrift ( Read more... )