i give up ( Read more... )

I remember that time you gave me that necklace with a huge cherry pendant on it and I loved it SO much. Then I went to a show and it must have broke off and I lost it. I was so devestated. I would have rather sat at home and not have lost that necklace... I think you told me you stole it from someone or some place! haha. Thank you.


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As i sit down with a few strips of cold bacon, a glass of chocolate soy milk and my cup full of daily vitamins, i reflect of the irony of the moment and my entire day. i already regret not getting enough sleep for the following day. my neck throbs with pain and sends it all throughout my brain not allowing me to sleep well anyways ( Read more... )

no i am not on drugs. i am not high on heroin. so quit asking. think it all you like but i am not a fucking junkie...
it's called being tired, it's called being depressed cause your life is a heaping pile of steaming hot shit.
thanks.

so to my surprise i was offered a position writing for a west coast sub-culture zine. this all came about when i was initialy offered in interview for a spread in their summer issue. if i get the shoot it will be a paid shoot, so yeay for that. but after asking for more details about the zine i came to understand they didn't have enough writers yet ( Read more... )

Oh no ( Read more... )

i can't tell the free world from the living hell ( Read more... )

wow... send me to meet my maker. i wish i could handle this. but if i could then it wouldn't be called a disorder now would it? it so fucking hard. i've never been so frusterated in all my life. i want to go home and the letters on the keyboard are blurry because of the tears forming in my eyes. an utter sense of helplessness. like you don't have ( Read more... )

i have to get up in 5 hours to work all day and here i am typing out my frustrations and multiple encounters with irony. one time not too long ago i called a help line. the call was made in all senserity, but instead it backfired. the voice on the other end was allegedly one of comfort and support but in turn was one trying to get me to hang up and ( Read more... )

i don't want anyone to read this really i just come here when things are down and it's time to vent. this time there is just more to reflect on, as more time has inevitably passed. who knows when it will be my turn to shine or when it will be my turn to kick that gay ass bucket, but i feel like one has to come sooner rather than later. it's my own ( Read more... )