THere she sits again. Guiltily plucking and pulling and twisting at the veins and tendons in her arm. Revealing her pain slowly to the world. Opening up and letting them in. The biggest mistake she could have made. Twisted manipulation lead her to this place. This dark cold place. Her own lonliness. Her own longing and want cast aside until she was ( Read more... )

This notebook must be good for me ( Read more... )

the insides are dead n' cold
rotten and filled with mold

bleeding hearts lying on the floor.
because she couldn't take anymore.

something snapped and broke
and she screams till she chokes

tear stained faces
razor kissed places

leaveing her open
all over the fucking floor.

Fuck now who's going to clean -this- mess up.

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Moving is so fucking stressful ( Read more... )

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So... I like sex. A lot actually. I'm quite the nympho. I could have sex four times a day and just want more. The more I get the more fun it is, the more I want ( Read more... )

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I was reading this girls journal. And she has a list of 100 random facts about herself... and I had two thoughts that stemmed off of it ( Read more... )

I don't...understand ( Read more... )