i am such a slut. i need to stop lying.

but the problem is: i'm not even sure what is a lie anymore.

i'm lost.

and i have no [on] star.

today, i had a wonderful day. and today, i realized that a lot of people seem to like me. and that made me feel good. and besides, i got compliments. yes, vanity is inescapable. anyway, i have nothing to bitch about.

beer spilled on my favorite jeans. bad churros. flat soda. druggies below me. drunks above me. the stage fifteen feet, or six rows, away. a smoking mister clean look-alike i was tempted to ask for a smoke. a thirty dollar t-shirt. an unquenchable thirst to dance at all costs. odd dancing. a wierd desire to get at least a smile from scott, slash, or ( Read more... )

the new trend is:

being a pathological liar.

but! but! you MUST accessorize it with the word 'love'.

it goes well with kisses and hugs, too.

fuck it. fuck off. fuck you. fuck this. fuck that. fuck me. fuck him. fuck her. fuck YOU. fuck it.
because i defintely do not need you.tell me you love me, and i will believe you. leave me when i say something your perfect self doesn't agree with. leave me because of my [justified] opinions. stay here with my idiot thoughts. tell me you love me, ( Read more... )

i harbor so much anger and hurt within, but it'll never get to come down on the one who deserves it. at least, not from me.

in the end, we will all pay or be paid.

oh, he thinks he is better than all of them, because he is "different ( Read more... )

you cannot love something which does not exist ( Read more... )

i wrote a story about jesus. but it isn't finished yet. just like the countless stories i have began, and never finish. but i am determined to finalize this one. unusually, it has somewhat of a chuck palahniuk feel, something i did not intend. =/.
just like the countless lives i begin but i never see the inevitable ending.some of the melted plastic ( Read more... )