getting your hopes up? Yeah, me too. Spring break has been full of a lot of that.
Like how Rob was supposed to come visit me for spring break, but now he's not coming.
Or how Luke was supposed to come see me today for the first time since my birthday, but now he's not coming.

Honestly, I just really miss Luke.

I was wrong.

Maybe everything is getting better. Maybe. Okay, so I'm a complete idiot for doing, well, everything it is that I'm doing, but I don't care. I'm getting what I want. Everyone told me to just give up, it wasn't gonna happy. But... it's happening. At least, I think it is. I think I'm getting back what I lost. I think I'm getting back my other half

I have located my lack of motivation. The list is as follows:

1. The boy that I have been in love with for four years told me last month that he wants a "break."
2. He told me it's not permanent but every day it's getting closer and closer.
3. I have come to the assumption that he no longer wants me and doesn't know how to tell me.
4. This week two of my very good ( Read more... )

I was given the following prompt for an English poetry project: You are a prisoner in a Nazi Concentration Camp. You survived the selection process and have been living the life of a broken, hopeless soul for over a month now. You know the war will be over soon but don't know if you want to live even if you survive the camp. Then one day, you see ( Read more... )

Hello, world, my name is Raye and I am a complete and total failure. I fell in love with a boy at age twelve, dated him just before I turned fifteen, and he broke up with me for no apparent reason just before I turn sixteen. We continue talking and acting as if we never broke up, even though all my friends say he's just fucking with my head (which ( Read more... )

I wish I knew what was wrong with you ( Read more... )

Muse. Muse. Muse. Muse.
No, not the band. I mean my muse.
Where has it gone?

This is a job for the league of tomorrow.

I don't know why I haven't been writing lately. I also abandoned my actual journal. I'll regret it. I know I will. Not much has happened anyway. A lot of shows. A lot of mail (from some slut named Mike). A lot of my phone breaking. A lot of Glamour Kills. A lot of hating my dad. A lot of high school drama. A lot of being disgustingly in love with ( Read more... )

Oh, LiveJournal. I didn't mean to abandon you, really. I've missed you. I can only survive for so long without spilling my guts. Long story short, I'm stressed as fuck and I can't wait until January 30th because I'll finally get to go to Winter Formal, and the semester will finally be over.

So far away from where you are. These miles have torn us ( Read more... )