Hey if you still get an email every time i post on this you should probably fix that or maybe mend the bridge or fence.

Welcome to my world of inside joke phrases that may not mean what you think and the lock and key that comes with the shitty song writing.

I go back to September all the time. 

Walking away from the things I love to try and get family in line. I eat everything in my path because thats what it seems like will help. I remember my old ways of coping and I think just one little cut just this once maybe that will help but I know its wrong I know its dangerous but it used to help. I don't have a person to sit down and talk with ( Read more... )

Tonight's playlist is keeping me crazy ( Read more... )

I'm worried. mini seizures leading to more big seizures. my memory going badly. I am actively pushing my life to go faster at the moment because i dont want to miss anything.

But I haven't missed you yet

I really don’t mind what happens now and then
As long as you’ll be my friend at the end

Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial

And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams

Smoking his last cigarette
I said, "Where you been?"

This clock never seemed so alive

Even the best fall down ( Read more... )

The worthy opponent has yet to be found. I wonder as I wander through the streets. Have you seen me before? Probably not. Will you see me again? Not if I can help it.