Well, I hate everything considering there are alot of things to hate when people are morons and incabable of constructing the outcome of sceanarios  in there tiny little minds beforeeee they speak. How could anyone ever think that it would be a benifit to someone to NOT know what happened to someone they love?...expecially when they know that you' ( Read more... )

WARNING DO NOT READ!

i rest my case. you must still be reading, it would be a shock to my very existance if you had stopped simply because i said so. no...ill just assume that you must still be reading this. in which case, its very rude of you to read things that shouldnt be read, but if you have stopped then i appoligise greatly for assuming you ( Read more... )

I shouldn't have shot the Raven.

there must be an absence ( Read more... )

i'm quiting soon. and by quiting i mean slowing down to a walk. 
it doesn't make things better anymore. if anything it's too in routine.
dull.

you be you. if annoyance is what you get back then it was never worth it to begin with. 
you be you. but stop careing where he falls asleep, cold or not somethings never change.
you be you. and yell, but you know as much as me that people can scream it, shout it, carve it, and breath it but...you'll still think it the way you want.
feel the relaxation ( Read more... )

your pushin me, your fuckin pushin me.
why does what you do impact the result of my day to such an extent that I can't be happy without you?
I'm always on my knees for you.

There he ponders never flitting for that raven still is sitting,
not nearly near to a bust of pallas far away from my chamber door.
Though I welcomed his slow decay of my once dull yesterday,
I never thought he had come to stay.
And now I seek my vengence for I too yurn acceptence,
of perhaps not someone so lovely as the one Lenore,
of him that is ( Read more... )

class.
another computer class. to say the least i'm not happy with it. texts.
things are not going quite according to planned with anything. at all. i don't really want to come here anymore. school. i've lost my happy thought peter and i'm falling. fast. no high can pick me up from here.

my heart is racing.
i'm feeling rather ill. rather softly pacing the floor, angry, vomit, scream, and fury..ill.
but i can't make myself better.
i'm feeling rather drugs arnt helping, hands sweating, hair pulling, lonley,sad,emotionally-ill.
how long can i do this?
when will i give up...and dial.