my unemployment status has now become desperate. tomo, i start at my old job...not jayc's...but the farm.  it's back to the fields, breaking my back alongside boys who talk in voices higher than my own.  have sympathy. please.
movie gallery better fucking call me.

tonight, i took my final bow. and i will never be the same.

why must good-bye hurt so bad?

The moments of happiness . . .
We had the experience but missed the meaning
And approach to the meaning restores the experience
In a different form, beyond any meaning
We can assign to happiness . . .

The past experience revived in the meaning
Is not the experience ( Read more... )

ive been so wierd latley. i cant make any sense of it. i feel myself panicking over absolutley nothing. i want to scream and cry all over the place but for absolutley no reason at all. im paranoid too. i just wish my emotions werent so scattered. ill get it back together in time. but for now, im just really screwed up.

as much as life can suck, the people are all so beautiful.

***and just for the record...i hate jeff

And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope...

i fell further than i ever have before, but just when i begin to pick myself up and brush off the dust, i stumble again.  i just want it to all be okay again.  or somewhere close to it.  but im sick of hoping and wishing. 
my life sucks right now and i need to ( Read more... )

i'm slowly putting all the pieces back together.  ive accepted the fact that they will never fit the way they once did, but for once, that doesn't seem to scare me. ...you are beautiful...

goodnight my loves!

***and to someone in particular (you'll know who you are)
i'm sorry i was a bitch, i do love you to death and for what it matters, im glad you ( Read more... )

so i was bored and since i really dont feel like typing up much that is going on in my life, i figured i just do a survey. i havent done one in a while, but here it is ( Read more... )

We are born in a prision,
raised in a prision
Send to a prision called school,
We cry in a prision,
We love in a prision,
We live in a prision,
like fools.
Wood becomes a flut when
it's loved,
reach for your self and your
battered mates.
Mirror becomes a razor when
it's broken,
Look in a mirror and see
your shattered fate.
We live with no reason,
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i've forgotten who i am

Things fall apart so suddenly
yet take forever to heal
But there will always be scars.

Oh, I’m bein’ followed by a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow
Leapin and hoppin’ on a moonshadow, moonshadow, moonshadow

And if I ever lose my hands, lose my plough, lose my land,
Oh if I ever lose my hands, oh if.... I won’t have to work no more.
And if I ever lose my ( Read more... )