i don't know what i want anymore.

aim blaqkbirds
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whenever i eat ben & jerry's ice cream i think about you and patrick wolf and how much fun we used to have together walking to the 7-11 every night to get some; wrestling and laughing at nothing in particular, food fights and your nickname molded after lawn ornaments. how that one time you were sick so i rode my bike all the way to the store to get ( Read more... )

i shouldn't neglect this journal, i like it too much.

hey everything, fuck you. i hate everything you do to me. i despise every lie i've come to believe and i hate every evil thing that i see. this juxtaposition of good and bad, remind me of the best and the worst dreams i've had; i'm either to happy or fucking sad and i can't keep up with that. and my job what a shame, just a mountain of death ( Read more... )

there's nothing left to prove, there's nothing i won't do, there's nothing like the pain i feel for you. nothing left to hide, nothing left to fear - i am always here. when they say you're not that strong, you're not that weak, it's not your fault. and when you climb up to your hill; up to your place, i hope you're well. what you want; what you ( Read more... )

it's one hundred and nine degrees in this crowded room. no room to breathe with walls as cold as a gallery; this is no place for me. such hard faces in smoke, the smell lingers in my clothes. it's a bad night to be alone but that's the way it goes. and i think of you, whenever life gets me down. i think of you, whenever you're not around. and you ( Read more... )

i close my eyes and i smile, knowing that everything is alright. to the core, so close that door; is this happening? my breath is on your hair, i'm unaware that you opened the blinds and let the city in. god, you held my hand and we stand just taking in everything. and i knew it from the start, so my arms are open wide, your head is on my stomach ( Read more... )

it's so easy being oblivious, and it's easy being self-absorbed. inside of 80 different stores and coffee shops. the whole world's not like yours. there are many kinds of problems, not all of them are like yours or mine. but i forget that all the time. oh drama, are you all in my head? my problems aren't really all that bad. so distrcated by the ( Read more... )