It's August.

Some things just don't wash away. And you have to live with it for the rest of your life because you were too stupid to keep from screwing up.

First place is when you win it all.

Third is the consolation, at least you got there.

For some reason, no one gives a shit about second place. You're the loser who just couldn't seem to push quite hard enough.

There are some nights, where my life feels like I'm bailing out the boat with a thimble. Hell, I don't even know why I'm writing this now, I usually just delete this shit anyway. Main reason why my blogspot is so empty. I guess I just feel like ranting to LJ tonight ( Read more... )

you shouldn't have to be afraid for your life in your own home.

I choke my mind with cigarette smoke, because I don't want to think about it anymore.

this isn't working.

Because sir I am an insensitive cretin, first-class. I wish it was just as easy to stop as it was to say it out loud. But then you're past halfway through everything when your eyes widen and you realize what the fuck it is you're doing again, and by then it's too late and you've hurt someone you'd never want to hurt, and in the process feel like ( Read more... )

sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh sigh

I feel like writing, but to be honest, I'd probably just repeat what I put on my blog. So I'm just typing for typing's sake, and now it's getting boring really quickly haha i guess i might as well go ahead and go to sleep