"We the dead we the dead find a country road"

What did I do to make so many things so silly and sloppy? I'm not sure. I wish I knew. I'm so tired.

The second cigarette never feels as good. Staring at a moon that I'm exactly sure is full or not. We've been through all of these problems before. I explain so blatantly. You can't explain things like this to people who've never felt the rationale. I still can't believe that no one has read my poem ( Read more... )

Hypocrisy. A simple but stinging concept. For the true hypocrite know no ends; he is blind to his reflection and ignorant of serenity.

Why did Lucifer rebel? Why was Lucifer different than any other angel? Just a thought...

I'm going to write a book. It shall be titled "Letters to No One"...and that's exactly what it will be. Letters. That is all.

When I close my eyes to sleep, hopefully the world will melt a way ( Read more... )

It's awful, how much you can hate people. I have never done anything important in my life. But I must assert that I absolutely hate my mother. A shame because she went through so much trouble birthing me. Insignificant to me really. I never asked to be born. I could have been a little curiosity. Nothing to bother anyone about. Alas, things did not ( Read more... )

I have to soak in the little things. To remain calm and under control. I'm not sure how an emotional crash begins. I suppose fatigue with some loneliness will accomplish the task. I think dressing up, with somewhere to go, would help. I'm beginning to feel disposable. Which I am. There are many others just like with the same if not more problems. I ( Read more... )

Waking up from a comma. Suffering slightly from amnesia. The pills the doctor gave me were supposed to suppress anger and dangerous thoughts. I'm not even sure if they were supposed to make me happy. But the pills just suppressed everything. I was cold, you were upset. I couldn't give you what you wanted or what you thought you needed. You refused ( Read more... )

I think...the loneliest aspect is being...unheard. I almost want to say misunderstood, but not only is that melodramatic, it's also unfit to describe the experience of isolation. No one to talk to, no one to comprehend. Because I can't even make excuses for myself anymore. Completely at a loss...I have no idea why I continue to wallow in these ( Read more... )

I don't know why I can't just be happy for you. My father always said there are a million stars in the sky and not one diminishes the light of any other. But the thought of you being successful and loved kills me. I'm an awful person and deserve to be miserable. I guess I just thought it was unfair that people never loved me. Not like they love you