No matter how many pages I rip out of the books, history will never stop repeating itself.
You can write it all out, until the ink runs dry in your pen, but eventually, the ink will dissolve and the paper will disinegrate. Go ahead and fool the system, write it online. But the joke is on you. Your deepest thoughts and feelings will only be 1's and ( Read more... )

I fall into these traps and it feels endless. That's how life feels right now, completely endless. I don't know what I'm doing or where I'm going and I feel like it's going to be that way forever.
Forever.
Even the word its self seems endless.
How do you start saying goodbye to someone you've known your whole life and loved more than anything?

You stole the words from my mouth. I bit my tongue while looking for them.
I am sure I can officially label myself a fool. I am also sure I can officially announce that I hate labels. Lately I have been hearing the words, but not the meanings.
Selective hearing.
Why do I only hear the bad?
I thought time would save us but it broke us. Not the kind ( Read more... )

Life is so bipolar. I'm happy right now, most definitely. But there's a few minutes some days, when I just want to sit and cry. Maybe I'm too sensitive to certain attitudes. Maybe I'm just too sensitive to everything in general ( Read more... )

I'm so fucking sick of disrespectful people. People who don't have any consideration for your things or your feelings. You think you're friends with someone....well the fucking jokes on you.

You know why I love the internet??

Because you read things that people should tell you to your face. And then feelings get hurt. Oh well, I'm dramatic anyway, right?

Jessica = idiot. End.

I just had one of those realizations, the no-matter-what-I-do-I'll-never-be-good-enough realization. Those kind of realizations suck, a lot. They literally suck, I feel as if everything in me has just been sucked up dry and I'm no longer able to function like a normal person, or at least the person I used to be.

Oh well, you wouldn't notice

Everything I want to say, I end up feeling like a hypocrite. This is me keeping my mouth shut. This is me wishing people would get over themselves and see what's sitting right in front of them. We never like what's right in front of us.

Last night I got into a fight in the parking lot of McDonalds. Moral of the story, piss me off and I'll get out of my car, dressed as a ladybug or not ( Read more... )