I beg they could hear us.

Are you ready to burn in hell?

I can't write anymore, it's splitting me into pieces.

Cloverfield still haunts me.

All over again.
All over again.

I'm writing a 6 page essay for English right now, I gave it a temporary title called Art, music, photography, love and salvation.

I feel like I can go on forever.
It's an amazing thing to be able to write again.

I feel my heart beating and burning once again ( Read more... )

The pain is becoming more concrete. It was never so painful, at one point I thought I was immune to it, until today I realized that's not the case at all. Sorry if I made you worried, and thank you for being there with me ( Read more... )

I was stabbed in the back, then stabbed in the front.

I'm already dead.

Yesterday Bryan left me a message saying that the plan to go home for the weekend has been blown. For a moment I thought I should just take a ride with his dad, get my ass down to G-ville. I thought I should start going home more often, Tech is abusing me with all the psychological burden and intellectual hard work. Mike mentioned about having a ( Read more... )

Dear, I can't think anymore ( Read more... )

This is torturing me.
Goddamn it.

I was never able to protect a person I loved.
I'm so afraid.

This is fucking making me nuts.
Estelle gave me a hug saying "fuck the whole world".

Yes fuck it, fuck everyone else.
I'm just not confident. But I do want to believe.

I'm not drinking ever again.

And I'm not letting guys stay over in our room anymore.

Fuck Tony, fuck everybody else.

This is fucking unnecessary.
I love this person so much I'll just fucking abandon this world.

Since this year the female acceptance rate has gone up at Tech, the ratio of boy:girl is still around 68:32. Girls are so rare, around campus, in class, at parties, etc. No matter how you look, how you dress like, what race you are, what native language you speak, and surprisingly females at Tech are more pretty than ugly, they are bright, ( Read more... )