Everything always ends up the same.

I wish I could have the beautiful intensity of conviction and follow-through of being straight edge. However, there are few things as perfect to me as being completely blown and listening to Deja Entendu on repeat.

It's not like something I'm proud of, but it exists. I am working on seeing humanity as a whole and trying to give them that respect. It's hard, though. I have always disliked humans and seen no need to spend my life pleasing people who I no longer like, or respect. Yes, burning my bridges has bitten me in the ass a few times, and that is my own ( Read more... )

Medicate here with me.
Now as we lose ourselves in us and ignore
that you don't even know my name.

Can you describe what it's like? I feel nothing.
Can you feel this? Does it sting?

I feel nothing at all.
I feel nothing at all.
I feel nothing at all.

(Can you tell me how it feels?)
I feel nothing at all.
(Can we pretend this is real?)
I feel

It's in the way that she posed,
it's in the things that she puts in my head
Her stories are boring and stuff.
She's always calling my bluff.
She puts the weights into my little heart,
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart.
She puts the weights into my little heart,
I said she puts the weights into my little heart

It has become abundantly clear to me recently that I have touched many people throughout the years with other people's music. AKA mix CDs. This is how I linger with them. I never knew people would hang on to something I made them for years. It kinda makes me warm and fuzzy inside. Or in other cases, disgusted. Mostly fuzzy though. And I cringe for ( Read more... )

I'm done with that. I'm done with thinking anyone else should have a say. I'd never think it was silly, but I'll always take it with a grain of salt. It's a part of who I am; it's supremely beautiful, and I'd never expect anyone else to understand ( Read more... )

The worst possible person to miss is you because you are so bad for me. I miss the skin on skin so much, my heart aches every time I let myself go back there. Our lust was tangible ( Read more... )

I saw you today for the first time in years, and I didn't believe it was you. I had to squint into your eyes with amazement. Time changes so little and so much. I miss you so much more than I could have ever realized. You are my everything, past and present. You are, you are. But you aren't asking those questions anymore. I hope what you're doing ( Read more... )

The reason I love Mandy so much is she really does, in a lot of ways, remind me of a younger version of myself. She does a lot of dumb things, but those set aside...she is so enthusiastic about many of the things I used to be. It's like looking in a mirror sometimes. I really, really miss those days. I don't miss being so depressed and crying every ( Read more... )