--Wednesday ( Read more... )

I think happy Pat is back.

The Poetry Of Silence ( Read more... )

And I will always be alone forever?

I've died now all but physical. And lost myself in emotional crash. A revolving circle repeating our past. Every time just like the last. And it's over again for the first time. Just like the last time, well this is the last time. I say good night to you ( Read more... )

fuck you, you little piece of shit, you don't deserve my attention!

Apparently my existence irritates my mother... what a pleasant turn of events.

You know, you find someone you think is going to turn out to be a great individual and then they go and say something like "I'm doing great,now. I'll be getting shrooms shortly." Every body it seems is so jaded...

"Life is only worth living half of the time."-me

going back to bed. Note to self: today sucks.

---end

Five months have past and still our situation is the same. No progress found no, progress made. No change in our situation, though the seasons grow and wane. Wanting to be together, unable to comply. Mocked for my emotions, ridiculed for his own. No sign or form of solace, nothing to call our own. And as I cling I feel him slipping, drifting ( Read more... )

nothing has changed, everything is the same, nothing has changed... for us