Old habits die hard.

Take my heart for tender...
I am tortured, ever tortured

And if you don't love me, let me go
And if you don't love me, let me go

And I am a writer
A writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home
And I've written pages
Upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones

It's Christmas Eve...

This time last year...
I was in Germany, on a bus with my band family.
Happy and content after having had Italian Food and German Ice Cream.
Eagerly looking forward to playing a show on Christmas day...

This year...

This year it's just me and Jack and my ever-broken heart.

This chemical cocktail...
Adrenaline, dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin, vasopressin.
Means there's nothing magic, and nothing tragic.
Just your brain, trying to drug and destroy you.

I prefer Jack and coke. My cocktail's less dangerous by far than that one concocted by God.

...when I named you, my Little Dark Horse ( Read more... )

Being robbed sucks ( Read more... )

This is what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object.Asimov said ( Read more... )

Damned if I do, damned if I don't.
There's no way to win this. No fucking way.

( no cages )

...I want to make blueberry pancakes (from scratch!) for breakfast...
...I do not want to make blueberry pancakes (from scratch!) for breakfast when I have no one to share them with.

Pancakes and Sunday Mornings are for lovers.
I'm going back to bed.

You don't have to end up with people who self-destruct
Go find a lover who will never leave
Fear of abandonment, self-hate, and discontent
Will go away when you let yourself grieve
And forget about me