the way you work amazes me.

my life my life my life my life is apiano my life is an old tv my life is an empty bottle my life is a cd ( Read more... )

what am I doing.

I want to stretch my arms up and twirl.
I want to run down the street when its pouring rain.

I want to wake up.

I want you.

but I still believe. That this heart will learn to love.

Oh the push and pull of everything ( Read more... )

lorelei is in 9th grade. Maya is 15 ( Read more... )

People see me a certain way. And I cant talk about the incident that proves this because well.. its livejournal. And my thoughts are censored, in a place where they shouldnt be. But Im afraid of certain people reading this ( Read more... )

No point to writing in this. I bought a real journal. But sometimes I feel I should ( Read more... )

its stormy. The trees against my house rattle the windows.
I pray that one will come crashing down on my roof and we'll have to move. Or the water will rise and wash away everything.

rain rain go away come again another day.
im five years old jumping in a puddle outside my house. I wish I could go back and forth between the past and present.

This journal has held up for four years. I quit it so long ago. And now I find myself writting about it, hopefully from a completely different mind set. But as memory serves.. I'm probably slightly the same as I was..four years ago? Im 18 but Im still terrified of everything I was back in middle school ( Read more... )