i feel so incredibly sad right now, and not a single soul i can tell it to ( Read more... )

i have a tendency to hold onto things for an abnormally long amount of time. things that damage my self and are useless, dead weight. things other people do; there they rest, sleeping in my subcutaneous tissue ( Read more... )

I feel sexier than I ever have. Since him. Since I was uninhibited and unhinged.

I like when people send me anonymous comments via social networking sites like LJ, or Tumblr, and write these vague messages that are supposed to like...change my mind about life? This is my journal. I've written in here since I was in middle school. Sometimes I rant, rave, vent, say stupid shit, say shit that I don't even know if I believe it but ( Read more... )

The moments I've lost to my blackouts hang around like a vapor trail of my subconscious. They will hover here over this region, long after I have kissed my last goodbye and traces of me are slowly swallowed up into non-existance. I vaguely remember the fuzz on each side before I slid into oblivion, but the actions performed in those time periods is ( Read more... )

I live in a hotel / must keep writing / if I'm to be better than everyone else / like figure skating / like asphyxiating / on your own seeping fumes / you're just waiting / living in a hotel / but I'm not traveling / between two points, in mid air, / I'm levitating / above the earth / beneath the sky / eyes like static / in my three feet / from bed ( Read more... )

I will have to invest in a good pair of headphones when I move back home. How am I going to curl into a pathetic emo ball and cry and listen to Third Eye Blind when I want to kill Cory? Must also work on silent crying. God, so much to do.

it's too early to slip into the post-fall funk. the sun still shines most days. i feel like my mind has slipped onto that dark carousel, though. i was doing so well and sometime last night i let it pretty much willingly slip through my fingers. maybe it was when i was staring into his brown eyes, trying to see the past. i have so much tenderness ( Read more... )

I need that song
Those trusty chords could pull me through

I was cleaning and I found a list I made in January titled "Perfect Things in Life". I must have been having a down day and tried to cheer myself up. The list is as follows ( Read more... )