God gives us poetry.

And Never Doubt
That Here I Shout
In Secret
Anarchy.
Please, Open Eternity to Me.

We drank bottled water together and talked business ( Read more... )

I want to hold, to be held. I want to kiss and be kissed. It probably wont happen. I might as well get used to being alone. Maybe I was destined to be a hermit.

I'm a mess. I'm a wreck. I don't know what to do. Please help.

I am broken.

I'm going to get help, tomorrow. I'm tired of putting on the facade of happiness. It isn't real. I don't feel real anymore.

I need to get out of here. I'm not well.

I called, but no answer.

I hate my job, I'm going to quit as soon as I find another one. Also, I'm going to post flyers to see if anyone would be interested in taking guitar lessons from me. But, back to why I hate my job, Apparently I was an hour late because they changed the schedule and neglected to inform me. I also hate the people I work with. I really, REALLY ( Read more... )

When everything is looking down, your the one I look to to make things look up. Lately that hasn't been happening, and that is my fault. I'm sorry I've been so cold. I want to make it up to you. I'm going to make it up to you. I miss.