My journal has basically been friends only since April but I figured that it was time to make it official. Leave me a comment if you would like to be added and I shall think about it. That is all.

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You come out at night
That's when the energy comes
And the dark side's light
And the vampire's roam
You strut your rasta wear
And your suicide poem
And a cross from a faith that died
Before Jesus came
You're building a mystery

You live in a church
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls
And you won't give up the search
For the ghosts in the hallsYou ( Read more... )

I want somebody who sees the pointlessness and still keeps their purpose in mind
I want somebody who has a tortured soul... some of the timeI want somebody who will either put out for me or put me out of misery ( Read more... )

And my words will be here when I’m gone ( Read more... )

Staring my life in the face
Haunted by what could have been
What should have been...
What might have been...
Was not

You're just a living disgrace
Drag on another cigarette
As you try to forget
You're tired of saving face

I live among these ruins
I've wasted so much breath
As dreams fade into nothing
There's no one there
There's nothing left

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Cool breeze and autumn leaves ( Read more... )

I follow the night ( Read more... )

Damn you world literature! Damn you to hell! I just wrote a long ass literary analysis on Chekhov's writing style. Sometimes I scare myself. This is one of those times. School needs to die. Somebody carve Chekhov out of my brain. Please.

This is where I say I've had enough ( Read more... )

I still remember the world ( Read more... )