Okay, so this is where I make this huge entery about how sad and pothedic life is, trademark heath lifestyle, no? I dont even know if I want to... I hate live journal and I think its stupid but here I am being hypocridcal and writing in it.

I hate being bitched at, for ANYTHING I still hate it. I don't mind being told Im doing something wrong but ( Read more... )

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The Picture of who I wish to be..

The Words of what I truly am...


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It has been a wile since my last post so Ill throw down the things that have happend to me since hten in a quick, action packed, adventure-type list ( Read more... )

What is it about me that makes you all so sick, makes you cring to my touch. I look at you and I see it, hell I can smell it... the fear you show. I know its there and I have no idea why its even there. What is wrong with me that makes you all want to lie to me? Makes you run from me? Is it my voice? My appearance? Me in general? What have I dont ( Read more... )

I like they way the rust feels on my salad fingers ( Read more... )

Riddle me this, riddle me that... whos afraid of the big... bad... Heath ( Read more... )

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Scream ( Read more... )

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