I don't want to risk your friendship.  It means too much to me.  I love you, I do, just platonically.  I nevere should have started going out with you.  i'm a horrible person, and I'm so sorry.  I've tried so hard to love you the way you love me.  I have, but it's making things worse, making a gaping lie.  I know you've been there, more than you ( Read more... )

Ok.  So, on my list of least fun things ever...
CAR WRECKS 
HOSPITALS
CATHATERS
HOSPITAL FOOD
STITCHES
BROKEN ARMS
COMING HOME TO A MESSY MESSY ROOM AND BEING UNABLE TO CLEAN IT
RUINED SMASHED UP DELILAHS
MESSED UP EYES

I feel like crap.

Kill me.  Please ( Read more... )

Seven digits.  They're on my wall.  They sat in my pocket for four hours.  I think I'm going to explode.

"Call me when you break up with him."

We were talking about sex, for christ sakes.  And...well.  Ahem.  I was flustered all night.  I was flustered the second I saw him.  He flusters me.  I wonder if I'll ever tell him that.

Fuck.

I really like him.  REALLY REALLY LIKE him.

But what about Steveo?

I'm such a whore.  :(

Sooo, I don't know if I was stood up, or forgotten, or maybe we just missed each other, but it feels like crap.   I wonder if he's upset.  Probably not.  Nobody really seems to care much except to make me feel dumb and useless. I feel like crap.  I was really looking forward to that coffee, and now I just feel like an idiot. I won't see him for at ( Read more... )

I want to say 'I love you,' but I can't get the words out f my mouth.  I'm scared to say how strongly I feel, scared to admit how much you mean to me, when I know she's still around.  When I know she wears your ring.  When I know you're too old for me, when I know, KNOW I won't be taken seriously.  I'm nothing but  a kid.  Maybe one day, you won't ( Read more... )

Somehow, life had suddenly gotten even worse in the span of twenty-eight endless minutes. The pain had dulled his senses, had fogged his mind. This had to stop. He had to leave. Slowly, quietly, tense at every sound and movement from the room two doors down, he packed his stuff into a bag and opened the window as soundlessly as possible. Out ( Read more... )

It's just...I don't know. I've lost all confidence in my ability to do anything. Sing, draw, write. It's all crap. I don't understand myself.

I'm editing 'In Solemn Slumber Kept' and writing a new Vampire story at the same time. Not that many people care. Oh well. It's my creative outlet, right? But yes. I have, uh...taken an acute interest in a boy named Ryan Ross. Heh. :P So, yeah. Later.