Mom lied to noah. stole from the store ( Read more... )

There are x'es on my hands, and my eyes are so heawvy they're closing, closing..closed ( Read more... )

Theres something to those late night talks, those late night confessions under lamp light outside a torn down little townhouse, with the radio blaring nothing and the air blasting that always use to make me look up at the sky and let out a big sigh ( Read more... )

New year. Yea, yea.

Things are moving along of so swimmingly, swimmingly, swimming. Kaboom is gone. Atleast, it's not the same. No no, moving things out of that one place that was my haven for so long, and into another that promises [fatfatfat.]

Someone's not having fun any more.

I'd post more, but Shun is here and his car is a rollin'

He's wobblinh there, his blazer hanging off his shoulders, his collored shirt open showing his gut bursting past his white undershirt. He comes into my room and asks me if I'm alright, and I tell him yea, I'm fine. Just doing homework ( Read more... )

I'm writing this to you because I know you'll appreciate it. I know that one day you'll look back on this and smile and be so glad that I did, because I know you. I know how you think. Today was the first day of my sophomore year. Getting up early again sucks. I feel kind of hopeless going into it all. 183 days can seem like forever when you're ( Read more... )

I like acoustic music. A lot. I don't think it really matters who's singing, because right now I'm on this girl's myspace, and let me tell you, I don't like this girl one bit. She's loud and obnoxious, long blonde hair and jean skirts, a baby face but one of those kids that spit their apple sauce out because they asked for cranberry, two earings ( Read more... )

We're all crying. Mom's in her room, the covers ditry with her owned spilled food, her own upchucked produce, draped over her with a box of tissues and running mascara. She's crying because she can't control the emotions that run through her, the thoughts that are there but don't deserve to be. Her voice is cracking, you can hear the tears in her ( Read more... )

So, I'm breathing through the smokey haze that keeps on dropping little bits of shrapnel debries into my lungs, when I wonder if I want pizza or chinese for dinner.

Everything's the same. Today is maybe just one of those days that life doesn't seem worth living, due to the countless pointless cycles that continue to prove that lack of excitement is the only thing to look forward to.

Maybe it's time to spice it up a bit.

"Where's the sugar?"

So basically.