if only there were words
to fill this space
words of woe and lonesome hearts
to pour from within this heavy soul
words of pain and worried thought
to this page shall not go
words of want and weariness
to shine truth in thine eyes
words o' words
to express the sorrow known inside

Apparently, I am Ernest Hemmingway in a vagina.

How Sweet

( Because you care, really. )

My laptop officially scares me ( Read more... )

Just another day of the year that makes Rachel depressed that she exists.

Before I begin... let me say sorry for typos and shit like that... also for the length that this is going to be...and on we go ( Read more... )

stolen from askalice

Fill it out, please:)

Dear Rachel,

You are really _____. You should _____. We need to go _____. After that we can _____. Remember that time we _____? That was real _____. Maybe tomorrow we can _____. You are my _____. I _____ you!

Signed your _____,
_____ In other news ( Read more... )

No one will answer... but that's okay... I am obligated to post this:

I want anyone and everyone who reads this to post in here something they would like to do with me someday.

Then post this in your journal to find out what I want to do with you!

Oh oh oh, oh oh oh ( Read more... )