i really don't know what's going on with this. at all. i'm lost. if you could please clear my mind and tell me what is going on in yours, i would really appreciate it ( Read more... )

today ( Read more... )

the sunlight rips through the overcast skies of my concious. through the crack in the closet door warming the claw marks inside my eyelids the puppet seems to ( Read more... )

my life doesn't consist of much. every day i go over eric's and there really isn't much variation. usually every weekend i sleep at jared's or somewhere besides my house, but i haven't been as of late. i don't know why. i feel as though i've drifted apart from certain people and things need to change ( Read more... )

what the fuck are you doing?

i just wanted to cuddle

cuddle? . . .what a fag.

i'm fucking tired.

|chris.|

i have a new screename. add it.

MVkillxcore.

|chris.|

what the fuck.

i hate people.

especially you.

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i'm bored and angry. and i have nothing better to do than update this. great.

eat glass and choke.

|chris.|

it has come to my attention that there is a page in your august issue entitled "am i emo?". i am disgusted at the fact that you would exploit emo in it's entirety. is there no safehaven from the lengths of your consuming tentacles? what's next? are you going to exploit our scenes and send your mindless reporters to ask us moronic questions about ( Read more... )

you showed me what love is. . .
a fairy tale that fades with age. . .
falling apart with every breath i take. . .
i'm plotting a place to hide your bones. . .
i won't forgive you.

i almost died last night. seriously. oh well though. it looks so pretty outside. it's just a pinkish-orange tint all around. wierd.

|chris.|