Really who could have believed that twenty five journal entries later I would end up here. When I started this tentative journal I was scared and I regretted every single word I wrote in the heat of the moment. Though now that they are on there black on white I can't help but read them over, remember and appreciate what it has done for me and my ( Read more... )

"You'd thought you found a friend to take you out of the place. Someone you could lend a hand in return for grace...It's a beautiful day" ~U2 ( Read more... )

The more I go on with life. The more I stand around people, observe their habits and do my best to interact with them, the more I realize that I'm not made for this life. I'm not made for these peoples and my imperfetions are far too great to look past. My temper tends to get the best of me more often than not and often time it feels like a tide ( Read more... )

Sometimes I just hate this life. I have no skills, I'm not good at anything. Binded and chained down to this pad and paper. My blood bleeds blue, smearing myself on lined legal letter size paper. The longest time I let myself just out and fly to the sky and back. Up becoming down and back upside down again I had no boarders holding me in place ( Read more... )

"When darkness falls your heart will be true ( Read more... )

Four down, six to go

What is there is to say about Victoria? I have nothing from her except memories and a dated picture she once gave me once upon a time. I remember her hair was short perhaps even a tint of red maybe a soft brown. She had these haunting eyes that any artist or poet would obsess about. Her eyes look like they were lost in thought. Miles below the ( Read more... )

I sit down here and it almost feel flawed that I am not coming here with some sort of confession of depression or intense hatred of the path I am spiraling down on. I haven't seen any sort of success really to measure with a form of future but I have received a lot of positive potential and that has helped me with the decision that I am finally ( Read more... )

Just 8 more left.

It seems my hours of sleep have been all confused and now I seem to be up at 3 a.m. and asleep by the time noon rolls around. Clearly I am living the dream of every single tacky wannabe goth out there. Slightly irritated by this I am trying to recover my normal schedule of sleeping but I can't seem to. Lying wide awake in my bed when four O' ( Read more... )