It's kind of like being lost and forgotton.
I'm pretty sure there is no one on the face of this planet that even reads this besides myself when I need to remind myself of who I once was.
For this reason I'm leaving this journal behind.  It's been a few years and we've had a good run.  But i think I just need a fresh start.  There will be other ( Read more... )

I'm restless and usteady.
And I'm tired of waking up minutes before the alarm with the blankets off my bed.
I've got needles in the backs of my eyelids that have been keeping me awake.
They have been keeping me from seeing.
You wonder why I've never loved.
I keep a list in the back of my brain so I can read through it daily and promise myself I'm not ( Read more... )

"Music won't save your life."
"Nothing else has, so I might as well try."
I'd tell you how much it mattered but it'd be slightly cliche with portions of insanity.
I haven't been the same.  I'd say since I met you, but I never did.
I'd say since I left you, but you never did.
I'd say since I dreamt of you, but I never could.
It's all camera angles, ( Read more... )

I'm sorry I can't do this anymore.
I've lost every emotion somewhere along the way.
I just want to remember how to feel real.
I'd be worried if I had the guts.

I could talk about how you're the sun in my sky
Or something equally as hypocritical like that.
But you've got car crashes and plane rides that ooze intamacy
and fingertips that keep secrets only from those who deserve to know.
You're the gravity only for those who want to fly,
and you're the nightmares of the few and far between dreamers.

Christmas.
Wishing on stars back home.

You can't live on jealousy and jealousy alone.
I need envy, rage, and pity.
I need brand new people and a brand new city.

I left you without the keys and the car ( Read more... )

Remember when we were not so young and not so nieve.
Remember when we wore our torn up hearts on our sleaves.
Remember when we sat and we watched and marveled at the colors of the leaves.
When they were still so different, and we weren't so much the same.
We've left ourselves with all these fucking problems,
and we've left ourselves with no one else to ( Read more... )

I wish I could do this like I used to.
I'm all out of feeling.
My emotions have run dry.
I don't remember what it feels like to love anyone.
I don't remmeber what it's like to be loved.
I've become cold.  
In more than just the temperature way.