I neeed.... help? change? god? everything/all above?
everything is so scary and hard.

A tisket, a tasket
i am a basket
Case, that is.
My dreams where shredded into confetti
i pick up random peices
trying to create a reality.
If you can't improvise, you're cut.

We all live in our childhood nursery rhymes
Ashes, Ashes, We all fall down.
some of us don't get back up
Helpless, the ones who do
They can only watch.

( one more song... )

( listening to this quite often as of late... )

I feel like crying, but am still avoiding it. If I start, I won't stop.

I realized I am never good enough to be anyone's first choice.

so freking drunk.. snuck out when evybody alseep to come home.
kee p;crying, cant stop.
everything is a mess.
why cant things just work out for once??/?

I feel so fucking alone in this world.

Anyone who follows much of college football at all know who Bobby Bowden ( Read more... )

I just need to die.