how easily can you read people? do you ever get the feeling that they arent who they make themselves out to be ( Read more... )

It is like a book. standing amongst many others just like it. but none read the same. they all have a different, epical tale to tell. the binding is strong. the cover shows the wear and tear. the scars accumulated of vast far away places and journeys through a world of increduility. It's strong threads hold it together with stability. without the ( Read more... )

im lacking patience. I cant even remember why. my mind is studdering again.this happened once before, it's frustrating.

my spirit is driving me to pick up that phone and call the kid. He's struggling you know. Getting worse. The cuts are getting more noticable and deeper. the excuses are getting more lamer as the days progress. the walls the he built to hide behind..are built up so high- yet i can still see the vauge dwindling spirit inside, between the cracks.... ( Read more... )

i was supposed to leave the today to go shopping or what ever- just get out of the house from being sick..and breathing in sick germs all day ( Read more... )

woke up at noon. for good reasoning tho. i didnt sleep a wink at all last night. snot draining like a spout. eyes watering as if i were crying a river. headache like i got tent peg drove in to my head- just like our friend Sisera ( Read more... )

"I have come save the day......."

*fingers crossed*

Just sitting waiting for a break. Ide sooner be watching paint dry. Its starting to numb my skull with anicapation....

In the meantime ...the copper soakes into my vains-how strange...?

i took a stroll today past the history that still stands along the ravigne. there's nothing there but trees. its the only part of this city that hasnt been contaminated by humans and their shit. i converse into the air as if we've been friends forever. The cold chokes my every breath. My eyes struggle to stay open. Stinging. The water freezes ( Read more... )

she aprroached yet again. its now seeming to have become a habit for her. one where shes desperate for attention that i cannot stand to give. doesnt she realize i dont give a flying shit anymore....

"oh steph..what would life be like if it were all different...well maybe it is different now?"

its NOT different! its not fucking  different! it is ( Read more... )

today I am friends with a complete flake ( Read more... )