to the impossible: decode it.

Santa Claus isn't real.

but it makes me feel warm to think of the cold days when i believed he was.

so last night ( Read more... )

this weekend... was wonderful ( Read more... )

i feel as if i'm reverting.
as if the only solution is a purging like no other.
an individual genocide of everything within me.
murder to ideal.
birth to truth.
metamorphasis to inebriation.

goodbye?. i don't know.

wait. i could be on my way. keep going, but detach.
selfish help is not help.
i can't do this.
my goal: ... dispersing the only good in me
and ( Read more... )

splatter splatter ( Read more... )

Remnant thoughts ( Read more... )

i'm falling apart. and no one is the wiser. people seem to need me too much these days to a point where i force myself to be the strong one. if i ask them for help i think it would sound as if i'm pretending. or it might be like two drowning people trying to save each other. i don't know. but it's a scary feeling. it's like suffocation. i keep ( Read more... )

The truth has been creeping up on me. It comes at night and stabs tiny holes in my heart. I am convinced that the feeling running through my body right now, the feeling that once devoured me, is just one of complete awareness, of truth.

Everything else is just a clever distraction.

Oh jessica, you disgust me.

i'm homesick ( Read more... )