stoned and pissed off, that was me last night. and now I am utterly convinced nice guys finish last. Maybe I'm just jealous but everything tells me they shouldn't be back together. This stirs the age old question, doubt yourself and shut up, or say somthing and cause hell that could be for the better(if you are right). no advice can be really given ( Read more... )

ok nevermind I'm feeling better after this movie already. I'll be back to normal by this afternoon. still a pretty fucking intense movie.

Requiem for a Dream is a fucking intense movie, now I'm going to be depressed for the rest of the day. Needless to say it also one of the best movies I've seen in a long time, extreamly well done. It actually inspired me to write a little, finally. its really ruined my music variety, right now the only sounds I can digest are mozart's requiems, all ( Read more... )

it is empty, and I'm gone. now I know what they mean when they say "forever...and never"

who needs me? I don't need me. disposable and flamable as a paper bag. k thats my happy thought of the day.

I'll close my eyes so I won't have to watch the night drift away. And when I open them again, maybe I'll be holding a warm body close. It won't be intamite, but maybe I will remember, or forget. Might as well be holding a hollow coffin, because it won't be the same. Oh my look how I've changed. I just stayed too long and left too soon ( Read more... )

I love the outdoors. Somthing about sitting in a tree that clears your mind and helps you think. watching the sun through the trees. I went walking on water and saw the calm red amber of the sun on birch and pine. You can hear the cars pass somewhere far away, knowing that the world cannot touch you, and the monstrosities of humanity are kept at ( Read more... )

and I was afraid because I saw your skeleton walking in the cold. So I stand alone in the sunlight hiding behind my sunglasses, with my fears behind the iris, and my dreams on the tip of my tounge, I fall back into a pool of nerves. And I know I'm feeling somthing when I am fighting for my life, but when I die, thats when I will be calm. Even when ( Read more... )

at what point does persistence become an annoyance? they go hand in hand I think. The real question is to give up or die trying. is it more noble to keep your life or die a martyr? and like a tootsie roll pop, the world may never know....

humm I guess one thing I forgot to say last time was that after this weekend my life isn't changed forever, things won't nessesarily get better, they very well might get worse, I don't know, but at least now part of me is identified and that does make things a little easier