I'll catch a strain of song, and think of you, and my heart breaks. and it's not a tragic breaking where I cease to fuction properly. I keep on moving and thinking and feeling for others. But the other half of me is living in the past, and no one can touch that part of me. and then the song is gone, and so is the memory, and the response it ( Read more... )

Oh, and every day I wake up, feeling empty inside,but by the time I lay my head to sleep, i've got myself convinced that I can drown the emptiness in bottles and girls who's name's I can't seem to remember. I'm not saying this is unique, not by any means, but someone's found an answer, to what fills this hole in what I suppose is my soul. I'm never ( Read more... )

and now feel like a bitch, I use to suck kinda, and also, be alot cooler. I wonder how that happens

It's nothing I can put in words, It's not a feeling you can describe, Empty comes is as close as I can without being to inacurate, but It's not emptiness, it's more then that, It's like feeling desolation. On a grand scale, it's waking up one day and staring outside and seeing nothing for miles, just dust and the ground with no one else around you ( Read more... )

I tag no one, Cause other people aren't as cool as I ( Read more... )

Ian tagged me for that game thingy, i'll do it tomorrow.

I haven't been frightened for a week now, but the bottle's are running out, and my pulse is speeding up. You want a book about being used, I can give you chapters 2 and 20, tentativly titled, when friends aren't friends, and everyones looking to get screwed.

Dustin Gibbs is going to have the Hollands shot me in the kneecaps. I'm semi looking forward to this. Because If I get shoot in the kneecap. I will have the perfect excuse for not walking places. I simply won't be capable of it. Also. I could so milk that shit for all the new Nextgen Consoles that are coming out. And when I could finally walk again ( Read more... )

fuck man. fuck. you said it man. nobody fucks wit da jesus. I'm going for it. the world be damned. i can't help it. i dunno. it's a 40 ounce to freedom.

this doesn't make any goddamn sense to you, well fuck you. i understand. and it helps a little. i want this.

I'm not over it.

I'm not going to be over it.

I might do it anyways.

and on another note. I am going to fuck some people up when I find them.

Avoid the girls who catch your eyes, and never find the first loves, run from the girls who make your pulse quicken and your heart speed up. because losing her is a promise and it's the worst coming down of your whole life. and nothing hurts more than the first, after that it's routine. the first one is the only one that means anything. but it ( Read more... )