so last night was the 2nd annual 80's Dance Party put on by DMHS players, and it was freaking amazing! I was going to leave at 11 with the friends I came with, but ended up staying till 12 or so with Kim because I love her to death! Id say the highlight of my night was either dancing on the tables in the rain, or having some random guy I don't even ( Read more... )

Its hard to explain. All the things we see, all the things we want and dream about. To some, a fucked up reality. To others, an opportunity for a life one could only wish for on a beautiful day. Whats really in that sunset. what are his eyes hiding. when do hearts and open wounds heal. this open wound getting dug into deeper and deeper with the ( Read more... )

My room is done, its turned into my sanctuary. The simplicity calms me, its my escape. try to find any picture I used to have up, you won't. They're gone, along with everything I let break me down. The walls are black and white, opposites. Black shag area rug over new black and white carpet. My bed takes up a lot of the room, black pillows soon to ( Read more... )

All I have to say is cry me a fucking river. I don’t care. And I’m not talking about you, I am, in fact, talking about my mother ( Read more... )

things got pretty bad for a while there, but every day they get progressively better ( Read more... )

as I sit here fumbling with my alarm clock, dropping it on my foot, I cant help but smile. I look back at this weekend and wondered why it ever had to end.

its Sunday morning at 2am. The Halloween Party is still going on. I find myself in the middle of the dance floor with my mom and her best friend singing my lungs out and dancing to "The Time ( Read more... )

A girl sits, staring into the mirror, seeing someone she hardly recognizes. But once again, she looks away and pretends that she doesn’t see what she’s become. The truth, slowly pushing its way through her cluttered mind, is, as always, ignored. She goes about her daily chores, almost robotically, trying not to think about the realizations just ( Read more... )

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I sit hear listening to Josh Groban, as I always do when I feel like this. At one point to we stop living for everyone else, and start living for ourselves? I have these episodes, like tidal waves crashing down, pulling me under; drowning me. I look around at the faces of so many. The faces of people I have forgotten, or people who are just buried ( Read more... )