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this is the last time that I'll ever get to see your face alive...
What a weekend. I worked Friday and Saturday, and I swear that consumed my whole damn weekend. Sometimes people in this town just make me want to shoot myself. Ignorant redneck douche bags. It makes me want to chop my wrists like they're hot with a plastic spoon ( Read more... ) -
"My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps" -some very odd song that I can't help but enjoy
I really don't know how life is going right now. It almost seems better, yet some sides are still definitely dragging the road in a fast-moving vehicle ( Read more... ) -
"that's if you still got something left inside that cave you call a chest"
It's so easy to get wrapped up in daydreams of the past. A good memory can make me so unhappy, and all the good ones seem as though they never happened at all. Sometimes I can't even believe that some of the good things actually are real. Because they're so far away from now ( Read more... ) -
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Look at me, your dream set in a palette of casual attire. I've become that thick-rimmed emo girl you whine about to repetitive guitar chords. Sing, sing your heart away through distance between me and her, the one you'll fall asleep next to. You're turning her into my shadow, and yes, I've noticed. With the distance now prevalent, you thought I'd ( Read more... ) -
...and in the morning there is nothing left, but what's inside of me...
Another morning spent laying in my bed, dreading work and reflecting on yet another passing weekend ( Read more... ) -
I hate you, hate you, hate you.
Things are never fair, my darling. I loved you more than anyone else. Forever is forever, and that's how long you'll love her. An aged puzzle piece, bent and worn, I'll never fit into you. And all they do is speak of you. How am I supposed to forget? Move on? I'll move along farther towards this self-mutilating disaster that has become my ( Read more... ) -
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I have to go to work ( Read more... ) -
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haha. when I am sad, the comics of Questionable Content sometimes make me oh so much better. -
Ode to Summer, the true season of dying
It was a warm summer night as the stars fell to meet me ( Read more... ) -
My Stoic Prince...
I begged you with sad hazel eyes to fix me. It seemed to me that the wine was bland and the songs were only in a low key, much to my dissatisfaction. It had been ,oh so long love, since I had heard a spellbinding note, one that would bring me tears in the other way ( Read more... )