Like some sweet whisper in the night ( Read more... )

It's so goddamned hot in this house ( Read more... )

This place feels like the grave of a person I used to be, and I miss him a lot. I miss when I could be honest. I still come here from time to time to rediscover who I was in what feels like lifetimes ago, and I don't know if I've improved much. I also miss you guys, the only two of you who might still see this here. I come here sometimes in hopes ( Read more... )

Death is a coy mistress; she plays herself ( Read more... )

It's not that I want to die,of course it isn't that, I just wish living wasn't always so hard. Vain? A little. Immature? A lot. Unreasonable? I don't think so, and I don't see why I should feel so guilty saying it.It's almost illegal to be sad these days, and it's killing me. Everybody's sad, we all know it--why is it such a big deal to say so? ( Read more... )

Nothing haunts a person quite ( Read more... )

I am sitting at an ( Read more... )

Black Friday ( Read more... )

I've always been told ( Read more... )

The pen that rides the ink from sorrow's well ( Read more... )