I guess I don't care to write personal things after personal things. But I do anyway. Perhaps because I don't really take the time to come up with clever things. And sometimes a girl just wants to pour her heart out. I had a vision of myself just now, sitting on my bed for hours tonight. staring at the wall. waiting to feel like this town has faded ( Read more... )

note to self: try not to worry, you'll see the stars again someday. and stop crying your fucking heart out.

directions:
pound into head repeatedly.
GET it.
live it.

got it?

my heart fills these boxes ( Read more... )

thank you for the great advice. things are looking up in ways. although i'm not sure when watching movies. i learn, i cry, i laugh, i notice, i disagree, i get creeped out... and then i feel as if a part of me has been changed from watching it. if only i knew how.

My last entry was just deleted because apparently sometimes I just can't write what I really think and feel in a clear way. I wrote things from lack of faith, and full of doubt, and pure randomness. But I wrote something like I did something wrong. Something I never thought of or wanted to do, and never did. I guess I ought to be more careful. I ( Read more... )

random words after words after words. feeling and thought repeated time and time again.. after a short dosage of blood and a few spins on the zipper. puke til you feel rejuvinated. and shut up. hate is unrealistic and our views are not what we see. of merry go rounds and popcorn and endless nights and girls on every arm picking scab after scab ( Read more... )

don't tell me its pathetic. i know its pathetic but i'm not sad. tell everyone around you that the worlds not fucking gravy because you're still itching inside.

I don't think I care anymore to talk about the things that don't really matter, that no one really gives a shit about hearing. I only wish that I could talk about getting piss drunk all the time, and all sorts of fun experiences that I have at work and around wherever. I only wish that I could talk about this really cool thing that I'm a part of, ( Read more... )

unthinkable words followed by more unthinkable words. but i know how i feel. same old stories, problems, and etc.'s. each tear from my eyes followed by the sweet lemon taste on my lips that i couldn't seem to stop trying to lick off. this pattern leads to more stupid actions followed by... well, not thoughts. i need a big taste of this grown up ( Read more... )

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