lying on the bathroom floor you don't want to be alone anymore

I don't know what to do
about me and you

Everything right now has three dots after it. Unsure, unsure how to communicate, can't remember if it was part of the dream or the dream I made up, was there ever another world where any of this happened, how many worlds are gone that I don't remember but I don't miss them. How rude I forgot your name, maybe if it was important enough I'd remember ( Read more... )

I never see a diary (worth reading) of all the good times.

The Hollow Men ( Read more... )

I really have nothing to say. But I'll write to release some pain. You'd think I'd cut, you'd think I'd swallow or you'd think I'd stray but now I'm not breaking. All along I always admired the image of the iron woman that everyone loves. Now I can put on her steel toe boots and still dance the night away. I'm so perfectly not what I should be. ( Read more... )

did you know you can feel 'grownup'? ...all that plotting to prevent this day...

The failing of a monarchy.

I know something you don't know. *prances around*... Sometimes, well quite often, I take to writing songs. If you knew that, stop watching me through my window.

( take a hint as to what is behind the cut... )

i borrowed your pen. it's sitting beside me, askew on the desk. cap on and i'm without a cap or gown because of you. i'll leave it askew, it's easier for the now. later i'll run harder, breath deeper and stay up late. things are clashing, things are settling. i loved the emotion granted by working it out; i pray i wont break this just to try and ( Read more... )