I'm still awake. I never went to sleep. I'm sorry.

But it was completely worth it.

I danced all night.

And there is still a party going on in my room.

I'm happy.

I feel so alone. No mater who I am with or what I am doing, the past few days have been so lonesome. I can’t take this anymore ( Read more... )

"Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first,
Sometimes, the first thing you want never comes,
And I know, that waiting is all you can do,
Sometimes...

I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep,
I'll put a spell on you,
And when I wake you,
I'll be the first thing you see,
And you'll realize that you love me ( Read more... )

I just feel bad right now. It could be the fever or the red bumps in the back of my throat…but all I can really focus on are the tears suppressed and swelling in my ducts ( Read more... )

“Amy’s friend is throwing up blood, Alex just went away in the ambulance and they are going to pump his stomach, Kenny is in there puking, and Gabe is depressed as hell. Anyone have some weed?”

Tonight kind of sucked.

Why do I feel like nothing ever really changes? The urge to just say fuck it to this all is nearly unbearable right now. The ( Read more... )

I feel awful in every sense of the word ( Read more... )

My room smells of dank pot and boy.

There are chips and salsa spilled across the floor, a red bull laying next to the bed, aqua teen hunger force is still in the dvd player...

I'm laying in my underwear and a tank top atop my bed.

I don't want to wake up at 7 tomorrow.

P.S. I'm coming home this weekend.

I miss my fucking cats...and Dakota.

Being back here at home, I feel exhausted all the time. I’m allowed to reflect on all the perceived failures of my life. To pull all the skeletons out of their storing units and dance with them. I’m biting my nails again and losing weight. I don’t sleep at night and watch infomercials for hours at a time…attempts to numb the mind with the basic ( Read more... )

Most of the time though…I’m just full of sadness and regret when I look at the past.

A boy who once loved meMe: You don’t have the time to be my friend ( Read more... )