at what point in history did malice become prevalent in man?

my heads kind of a mess right now. i spent the better half of my evening apologizing to a lot of people. and its not like i even did anything terrible either. everyone assured me it was okay. but i dont know if im okay. im just kind of afraid of turning into the exact opposite of what i want to be.

i self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat ( Read more... )

i just have to write this down before i fall asleep. my stomach aches in that nervous sort of way and no matter how much i try to tell myself theres nothing to be afraid of, the ache wont go away. this is when my compulsions get the best of me--when ive got things to look forward to. im just praying that theres sunlight tomorrow and i wake up on ( Read more... )

if i go too long without putting pen to paper, fingers to keys--whatever--the words start to pile up in my head and it gets harder and harder to concentrate. eventually i cant sleep cause everything gets so loud. sometimes i wonder if this is a problem. other times i wouldnt change a thing. these are the facts ( Read more... )

sometimes when i have really really good nights i just come home and cry. ive never given much thought as to why. i just figure this is how its always gonna be and i should get used to it ( Read more... )

yea yea i had to post this here as well because i needed to keep it for myself(neither one could tell you how long its really been. take offs and landings. hellos, goodbyes, i miss you mores. truck stops, payphones, "drunk and missing you" at three am. at this moment it doesnt really matter. just that it has been. her hair has grown out. his is ( Read more... )

written on a flight from dfw to seatacim writing this from approximately 35000 feet in the air. i used to know the exact height that most airplanes flew at. im pretty sure you were the one that taught me that. four years is a long time. six is even longer. i think its just about time i draw the line ( Read more... )

i spent the day packaging my past into boxes and garbage bags and eventually throwing it away. it doesnt really scare me anymore. i held on for as long as i had to, for as long as i could. but really, everything clouded my head. everything made it so hard to see past my own front door. now that ive finally let go of every trivial detail i never ( Read more... )

i took everything off of my walls and the only thing ive got is this above my bed.

"its something yll carry for the rest of yr life but that doesnt mean it has to weigh you down"

mb