I'm not going to be the asshole who complains about having too many people interested in them. I need a live person to be my journal to tell my story to.

I wanna be the surgeon that cuts you open, fixes all of life's mistakes ( Read more... )

"you killed me.. you murdered me in my soul in my happiness" -widdle baby idiot anhal madchen

I had a dream you kissed my forehead and told me everything was good and held my hand so that every finger of yours touched every finger of mine.

my brain is just in a non-stop mode. i started going through these entries, the ones from 2006. It feels so odd that I have something that's been around that long. This journal is probably the only thing I've had for that long that hasn't been lost, stolen, damaged, forgotten in some way. But on the other hand, it's not really a thing at all; ( Read more... )

I'm just sitting here getting goosebumps. It's the things I enjoy that no one else does that keeps me hoping I'm truly an original. I can't do truly artistic things without getting completely emerged in something and then slightly mimicking that. i'm a blank slate, but i don't hold on to anything.

i'm going crazy.

i stole some girl's parking spot today. not like, stole it before she could get there; stole it as in she was waiting for this girl to back out and had her blinker on and I took it anyway. and i fail at life.

I feel like i'm in space. I always did this whole 'i dont care if i meet new people, because they will come meet me if they wanna get to know me.' but all now i want is someone to talk to that's new. but i'm too dull and solemn to make that happen ( Read more... )

I REFUSE to get sick. just like i REFUSED to puke this morning from not eating enough before taking my vitamin.

this life is good, not great but I don't miss people.

fuck my life fuck my life ( Read more... )

why do I feel like today would be a good day to cry