i know i'm stubborn and i usually let pride get in the way, but you know i love you and

i'm sorry

forgive me? :)

i don't know why everybody's so terrified of hell. it's the idea of purgatory that i can't stand. waiting? you know, i bet those souls never get to enter heaven. it's the ultimate evil, dangling the promise in front of them. it's perfect! [oh but where are you, nikita?]some guy offered me his heart a few weeks back. just took my hand, pressed it ( Read more... )

i am less articulate completely inarticulate when i am angry. it leaves a mess of tangled, burning red words too massive to spit out, too massive to keep in danger of choking.

my tongue is bleeding from all that biting.

i wonder why certain friends need so many false explanations for my identity. rar. i used to wish i was "one of the boys". a while back, some boy assured me there was no such thing. now, i realize what he meant ( Read more... )

i spent the greater part of yesterday trying to reorganize my room [a compulsion, i think, that stems from my inability to make a total break from my past, fix my life and keep my demons at bay.]

i found the silver bracelet you gave me years ago. it has tarnished, the little heart turning black over time.

someone please get me a kitty. i will loff you forever..


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Mad Girl's Love Song ( Read more... )

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riddle:
john gave his brother james a box:
about it there were many locks.

james woke and said it gave him pain;
so gave it back to john again.

the box was not with lid supplied,
yet caused two lids to open wide:

and all these locks had never a key --
what kind of a box, then, could it be?

( do-do-dodgeson )

it's fading faster than the blue stains on my skin

please. do something, quick!