i want to fall
or cut
or die
or do anything that will make me feel
because i do not feel
sleep brings only a temporary pause
and still
i am left with blood
or death

i bought a pack of cigarettes today and smoked 3 ( Read more... )

everything has become too much - wearing the mask of the girl i once was, the girl i am "supposed" to be. school and work a never ending cycle. essays and papers left til the last minute, leaving me to question... myself ( Read more... )

not much to say lately... or ever ( Read more... )

I am lost. Lost for words, unsure of who I am, what I want to be. I lie here thinking of all I could have been, all I let fall away as I disappeared. I search for inspiration that I use to find everywhere, in a sunset, a starry night sky, a song, a word, a smile. Now there is nothing. I feel the words, but I cannot understand them. They move away ( Read more... )

The past 3 months have been a blur ( Read more... )

I like change. I always have. I constantly reinvent myself, or aleast try to. The hardest part is alway the letting go. Of something or someone, or both. So this new journal is to, in some stupid, silly way signify my current new start.

This journal is friends only. Comment and I will add you.

Marcella