Today is the day that I have been waiting for for over a year now. Hopefully it all goes well and assists in a smooth transition. I don't know how much more of this shit I can take really. I swear if he jerks me around I am going to just freak out and lose it. Here's to you Tipper Gore; Fuck you very much America, Fuck you very much! Later ( Read more... )

Wake up, don't shave ready to brave the day once again. Two days since I actually knew where I was. If only every day lacked this sanity. When one day becomes to much to bare how many minutes are left? The counting, clicking, and ticking are just a reminder of what can be wasted. I need a shattered mirror to face this. Pity has become ( Read more... )

Apathy, best served dry like a martini on a hot summer afternoon. The silence of a cold heart comforting. The tedious dripping ( Read more... )

I am leaving for Albany quite a bit earlier than I intended to. If I didn't get a chance to talk to you before I leave please, please, please give me a call on my cell I will have it with me all weekend. Love you all hugs and such until I see you again.

I think I am getting sick again. :( How unfortunate! I think I am going to just sleep all day tomorrow!

Well, I am off to Albany to deal with a bunch of shit and have a good time with my friends. I hope to see you all real soon. Take care I will be back Monday!

So rigid, rough, and calace. My only friend on those lonely nights. Shocking how in tune we are. My dependence, what I lean on. Every crack, crevice, and opening shows me what it really looks like inside. Why can't I ever see inside without the weight of meaningless conversation. Yesterday was not lonely for one moment. Yet the only truth is ( Read more... )

Like a virus on the wings of the most beautiful butterfly. You are all invited to get infected by what always seems to please the senses. Sensual scenery pollutes my sense of being one last time. If there was ever a chance for a sweet surrender I would die fighting. As we all wake slipping into our daily delights and hide our sight of the ( Read more... )

Why should we fix it if all we want is to break again. Can't you see a little bit of bitch in all of us. I scream from the top of my lungs. Quit you bitching I am tired of seeing you pitch your shit and I the eternal shit basket at the bottom of the hill. I will be here for them and them for me. I find no light when it seems like I am buried ( Read more... )

I'm a driver. I'm a winner. Things are gonna change I can feel it!