I open my life, my heart, my soul to those who want to gaze. This is your opportunity. So much and yet so little has changed since December 30th, 2006. That was the last time I wrote in this online journal. I've grown and i've remained the same girl that sat in front of this computer screen, wishing for answers to pour from the keyboard. I'm ( Read more... )

I've become a stranger to myself, my friends, the people I care about the most. I've erased myself from the picture, and surely, you've forgotten all about me. I've been isolating everything, and the worst bit is that I don't care. My finger has been a constant trigger against the 'ignore' button on my phone. I want to be alone and I can't even ( Read more... )

They say that talk is cheap, ninety-eight percent of time. The other two percent rides of sincerity and promise. The two cents worth of life. I can write good angst, I can pretend I've rubbed elbows with despair and hatred and the worst fears that human kind can think of. That's just it, however, because it's amazing, how well I've gotten at ( Read more... )

Right now, I'm choking on a Pomegranate snowflake mint that my mother got me today. How's that for poetry?

I waste all my 11:11 wishes on you.

I miss you. Only sometimes, though, not always - but it's just enough to let me know that you're still inside my head. I know I'm crazy, but you still feel like home.

I'm a little too tired; my joints ache a little too much. I'm anxious, and I can't breathe. I feel a constant edge between my thoughts and my movements, and I'm ready to feel it gauge into my flesh. I've done the worse - I've tasted the controversial. I'm a walking time bomb that's waiting to explode. Someone please stop me, because I cannot stop ( Read more... )

It's uncanny how much my life can be turned around by one single comment. A spiral backwards, a metaphorical slap in the face, a moment in time where I realize that my worst fear has come alive: I've been erased from your picture. It hurts like heart ache, simply because you're who I am. It's amazing how much it hurts when the realization is really ( Read more... )

When you're presented with nothing, that's handing you all the free time you can imagine.
It's scary realizing that you're only pulled together because someone else helped and made you that way ( Read more... )

I run by your house every night, in hopes that, in my favor, you'll come out and save me. You never do, and i'm always left disappointed. I always did have the worst of luck. I'm getting too far ahead of myself, and soon, someone is going to pull the carpet from beneath my feet - i can't sense the great down fall. Or perhaps, it's my brash level of ( Read more... )

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