maybe this time around i'll be better. i have a clean room. a somewhat healthy disposition which i am challenged to keep there and trying to eat healthier while wondering whether at all i should. maybe i will try to not be late in the mornings and cease my constant talking, push the hair out of my face, start wearing jeans that have no tears in ( Read more... )

where are my friends? somewhere sleeping on a bed amongst the childhood painted walls and furry carpet. where am i? cold in a room where i ran around as a child. i can't even tell you who is genuine anymore, sometimes i think i am then i give myself another reason to be part of what everyone else is part of. i genuinely dress the way i do because i ( Read more... )

I was cleaning my room today, like actually cleaning. i feel maybe it was a turning point...strangely enough. I passed my old old home today. strange to see the lights on. it had been stage to the middle of childhood for me. i have past lives, i realized. even last year. i grew up since then. a lot. cleaning my room had been like rearranging my ( Read more... )

that would be good
I want this week to be thoroughly amazing
i want friends to be real friends
i want a half
i want a cupcake
i want love
hope
songs
a boy
a hug
kiss
darling the world

loveeeee ( Read more... )

i had this long bit to put here all written out and such love like that ( Read more... )

cement walls
quickly can you demolish?
sing a song i've never heard
make me believe
i've got lots to learn
i know we are
simply confused
i know lots of things
but before you go
sing a little song about us
so i know you've thought about us

I'll fall for you everyday
I hate that I hate that with one look I love
I hate with one smile I smile back
I hate that I laugh at everything
I hate that I loved you

I love the way you spoke speaking turned into poems and prose
I love your smile
I love your laughter filling spaces
I loved you

bad habits
slinky judgment
no one is like you now
so ( Read more... )

god i'm rundown, tired and sick of everything... i hate how the friends i have developed, they slip away, each day by and by, bit by bit, one by one. i don't think they may be mad at all but just contain no feelings about me anymore.... the pictures we took, the laughs we had, and how cold i was walking on the street with us. the smell of you ( Read more... )

there is some strangeness recently, right now i feel so indescribably still it hurts, or maybe i just feel numb. prospects that have been in the back of my mind, but now seems to be edging up to the surface. now it's either i feel too much or nothing at all. i wish at this moment i was somewhere else, london, new york or even l.a. perhaps...well at ( Read more... )