I want to forget about this journal.

it's such a piece of crap.

waiting for the sky to break ( Read more... )

I could be standing in the midst of thousands of people....and get a burst of solitude going stright through me ( Read more... )

I'm sitting there thinking: "This guy has got to be kidding me. He smells like B.O. and pee-pee mixed all in one. And he's the one telling ME I have it all wrong ( Read more... )

.....................lonliness is a plague and I'm infected ( Read more... )

I wish I could be a candle. Set me on fire and I'll slowly melt away from existance.

So I was spinning as fast as I could. I couldn't see my hands in front of me.

I wish I knew a secret language that only some could know.

And I would think and speak in this language all the time.

I dont know why but I just dont write down every day crap in this journal. I guess I don't want anyone to read or know anything I really go through.

I write this poetic crap that just pisses people off.

I just want to GO ( Read more... )

A day at work means a lot of passing out colored papers that customers throw relentlessly into their carts. It means a headache and burning eyes and exhaustion. Will we make the accounts today? Can we do it? I don't care ( Read more... )