I'm back.
bahahahaha!

I fucking hate live journal because I don't even know how to customize my journal anymore and I'm so annoyed with how ugly it is, and i don't even want to write in it.
bahh. this is the stuff i get pissed about.

I'm so nervous, man.

I'm suppposed to be happy today, but it's happening again.

Time is taking it's toll on us and it's not demanding money, instead it is taking smiles and shuffling through memories, choosing only those that we will be completely miserable without. I keep holding on, because that's what you asked me to do but this thread I am gripping is shorter than I remember and I am worried that I'll get to the opposite ( Read more... )

I'll ask myself the same questions a thousand times only to discover a thousand more times that there is no answer. And time has brought out it's needle and thread to repair damages neither of us wanted to inflict on one another. And the future is looking awfully blurry and it kills me that I can't hold your hand anymore. But our muscles are weak ( Read more... )

I don't even need a boyfriend, I break my own damn heart.
ughhhhhhhhhhh, why is shit too hard to deal wit and why i cant I get my head clear enough to evaluate the current situation and decide whether or not i am being irrational.
i just want to sleep, for like a week.

Hey, my birthday is on Feb. 15th, so start buying my presents.

So, here I am.
In the middle.
This is where you asked me to meet you, right?

People don't fucking change.
I really hate you so much right now.