i started up a new one of these at the_final_days. i forget if i wrote that in here or not.

it's sad knowing how little i have meant, but in retrospect and in a future sense, fuck you. i think i'm finally free.

when did elliott smith become fucking trendy?

faggots.

i left abruptly for the wrong reasons before, so i'll put this to bed the right way. this thing has been a place for me to write my thoughts for the last 2 or so years so. some of the best and worst times of my life. basically, i'm at a turning point in my life and it's time to leave this behind, so with that in mind, i'm leaving this "journal". i' ( Read more... )

surprise surprise.

you fucking lying cunt. don't ever fucking try to talk to me again. stay the fuck out of my life or i'll make yours a living hell. i can't believe i ever gave a shit.

i'll end my writings here with one last memo. it reads ( Read more... )

not writing in this thing anymore. fuck it. my notebook is better and a tad more private. peace.

god damn today is a bad day. i'm gonna sit on my ass tonight and probably do nothing. maybe play guitar ( Read more... )

worst. dream. ever.

i've never woken up in a colder sweat than that. and my eyes were watering like crazy.

ugh.

part of a song i started on tonight. not heavy. and actually happy for once

And she sings with me, our voices locked in key, over powering airwaves with melody, it feels so familiar, like i already knew, so don't fail me now, this voice must ring true. i'm floating.

I don't give a fuck how corny that is, no one can touch me tonight.

I just know that she warms my heart, and knows what all my imperfections are. She says that I am the brightest little firefly in her jar.