here we go again.

bang, bang. he shot me down.

i wonder if this means change? i can't seem to collect my thoughts on the issue. probably because i'm too busy squandering my time living in memories ( Read more... )

i'm just a girl. just a stupid, stupid girl. i abhor drama, especially the superficial kind, for it is meaningless and painful without much cause. to make tales of nothing some would call a talent, but i consider it a curse. the eternal chess game, some would say, me and you, you and me, in the dark and isolated... steel room, cold, no windows or ( Read more... )

god who'd wanna be such an asshole ( Read more... )

running running running running RIGHT INTO THE FUCKING WALL ( Read more... )

Jagger’s place was exactly what I expected it to be-a rundown piece of shit in the back-alley ghetto on the southside of town. As a matter of fact, it wasn’t even technically his; it actually belonged to his ex-girlfriend, but somehow he still hung around the place like he owned it. The building had a poor foundation, which was obvious by the way ( Read more... )

I was five and he was six ( Read more... )

Family ( Read more... )

things got too personal here. that's a big no-no. i keep forgetting to write in my deadjournal about those problems instead of spitting it here all over the place ( Read more... )

yeah i'm stupid. we covered this.