and in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make

i think dying might be like the feeling you get when your arm or leg falls asleep. It just comes over your whole body, and then you get cold, and then you arent there any more.

You'd have to wonder....why would someone want to read my fucking journals anyway......you know who you are.....and you may continue to read...though i will control what you see......for it is not in my nature to be a particularly confrontational person....for this is as far as the mention of you will go.....

its times like these where one would request a stiff drink to drown away his troubles, but i refuse to fall into that this time. I will deal with it as God intended.

"dark clouds may hang on me sometimes, but i'll work it out"

I dont know how we didnt see it earlier, but we've all grown up and matured so much. We dont even get along as well as we used to. We are all so different. So many seperate, different experiences. Our only connection lies in our roots but it doesnt seem like it is enough to hold us together like it used to. Oh, we'll still be friends, but it' ( Read more... )

I get sentimental
When you hold me tight
Just squeeze me
But please don't tease me

its just not nice

so i've managed to piss people off......didnt take me long

i think it is hope that keeps me happy and in normal functioning ( Read more... )

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