I could do it. I could just leave tonight and you would never know...

...none of you would know.

If I admit to being crazy, it almost feels like everything has been in vain.

I don't want my psychosis to be meaningless.

This must be how assassins and spies feel. This must be the stuff of invisible men.

the dark spot in the back of my mind that swallows everything is like a black hole that can never be erased it just sits there devouring and growing and swelling and leaving an imprint on the edge of every thought that manages not to be sucked in ( Read more... )

I want you to mess up. Because I'm used to liars and cheaters and fakers. You fucking up would be normal for me.

It's real, true love I'm afraid of. And the possible pain of losing that. And I think you could be the real thing.

I'm not positive I can handle that right now...

I am sick of these ups and downs. Most of the time, they're nothing more than chemical imbalances inside me that for some reason I can't bring myself to medically even out. Instead, I make excuses, point the fingers of blame. I concentrate on the negatives in my life because I convince myself they're the reasons I'm sad. But the truth is, when ( Read more... )

I fucking love you so much I can't even stand it.

You had reduced me to a non-idealistic pornagraphic image that I REFUSE to be anymore.

It was never about love. It was about possession.

God that was strange to see you again ( Read more... )

Somehow, you did it.

You got me to fall in love with you.

And I am so happy, I feel I could burst. <3

So I'm actually really, really sad about Mike's death. Especially so young. I know the guy was kind of messed up, but come on ( Read more... )