Things start slowing down for you and I.It's been a long time coming.If you keep holding onto what we've lost.You're gonna drag down the road behind us.I never wanted it to feel like this, to be this way.I'm just afraid that if you stay we'll never change.Well I never wanted it to feel like this, to feel this way.I'm just afraid that if you stay... ( Read more... )

I can't believe that I'm back here. And I can't believe how lame I was long ago. Christ.

so, my entire family is leaving it up to me to plan and pay for my dads funeral. WHAT A PILE OF SHIT THEY ARE. I MEAN COME THE ON, MY DAD JUST DIED AND ALL THEY'RE WORRIED ABOUT IS THEIR FUCKING MONEY?

dare i make an entry?

no, i think not.

HANG YOURSELF, POET, IN YOUR OWN WORDS. OTHERWISE, YOU ARE DEAD.

don't push me away again.

so much has has happened in the several months of my absence. and frankly, i feel weary of beginning to say everything. but i mean, i'll still remember everything, i don't need a journal to keep me aware of details. and i don't even understand why i write in here, it's a fucking 'journal', they're meant to be personal. it's alright though, the ( Read more... )

i really miss being in get to da choppa.

p.s. i hate my job too.

i am at a library. i have not made a post in over two months. i have not had internet in over two months. i have not had a life in over two months.

"like birds and slingshots (there's bound to be bloodshed ( Read more... )