Another sleepless night. Did you get home alright? Whatever I do, I cant make things better. You have let the rope loose. Its slowly slipping away. I am slowly slipping away. Sore eyes. Something is really wrong. I have so much to say. Please say something. Am I making it worse? I am feeling worse ( Read more... )

I feel so empty. So fucking empty. I cant belive I am reading words that cut me up like the paper they are on. I cant imagine you doing this. Please say you dont do this. Say its not real. This cant be real. I know I'm guilty as you are. Guilty of things I regret. I always said i would never forget. Just tear it apart. Just tear me apart. In the ( Read more... )

The second conversation starts with the best of 'goodbyes' and the most memerable of 'good nights ( Read more... )

( pictures of a better past )

i cant belive i still have a heart ( Read more... )

ok. i have downloaded Xjournal. does it work? how does it work? im confuzald. what is the point of this thing?

Its killing me. Thinking of you being with them. All of them. This is giving us the most complicated heart problems. Heart failure. You can say you are sad, being alone. Alone. You are never alone. Think of me. Can you set aside the lies and tell me how we can fix this mess of an operation surgery we call 'un finished'. The tear in my back and my ( Read more... )

basically. my journal is thee singal most interlectual thing you will ever feast your beedy little eyes upon.

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