It did hurt me most that you lied to me. More than you can imagine. Your lying just threw everything I thought we had back in my face. It was the last the I expected from you. I could understand you getting into drinking, I can. But not lying to me about it. I understand why you lied, don't get me wrong. You've done it instinctively to avoid pain ( Read more... )

... I've been lied to. What's new?

Last night, at an open mic. I slammed this poem:

Is it true what they're saying ( Read more... )

... How alone I am in this house. Everyone's wasted, and I mean EVERYONE. And Sean's curled up in te fedal position on the couch. He didn't drink, but he sure is disdrought. I feel bad for him, but I've said all I can say and done all I can do. The night can end now... Please.

I feel like poop overall this morning. My muscles are sore, my stomach hurts, my lungs are black, my throat is sick and my mom is missing. Yeah, she just up and left my dad and the kids and she's been gone for 4 days (?). I don't know if she's back or not yet because I don't have any contact with that house at all. She's probably been at her ( Read more... )

How did I get here? I'm surrounded by drunks and drug addicts and they're all people I love so much. They all do it for a reason, to "feel good" or to "forget". What are we all becoming? I have no problem maintaining intergity around them. I have no desire to get into any of that stuff. I just find it interesting that I, of all people have been put ( Read more... )

That officially sucked. I had to leave practice early today, so I could go to an open Mic. at Kristin's school. But, I didn't get to go to that either ( Read more... )

Lately there's been an ever increasing feeling that there's something that I'm missing in my life. This feeling sticks to my mind when I sleep and greet me in the morning as I wake. There's a feeling of void, something that needs to be filled. There's the one thing I long for. There's that one thing I need. I just feel so empty without it. I just ( Read more... )

We did alot of walking and alot of spending (at least I did). Let's do a tally ( Read more... )

It was about a little girl who was a ghost who dressed in white. She had a sword. We were trying to figure out if she was good or bad.
This phrase appeared to me in my dream:

"The monsterous sea of fury"

I don't know what that was about.

Guess what I'm about to do?

Paint!

YAY!

*grumbles*

PAINTING.I'M SO TIRED OF IT ( Read more... )