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Well so ya, I don't type much and mostly I type so I can express to Matt how  I feel. Honestly, I dont care who reads my journal. But I haven't been happy. I was complacent and content before but now I'm just unhappy. I don't want to deal with many people because it's such a hassle. I feel drained and unenergetic ( Read more... )

Twinslie Twinslie little star, how i wonder what you are
Up above the chatroom ceiling like a diamond stuck on the ceiling
Twinslie Twinslie little star how i wonder how you got up there

Courtesy Jia.

So work is changing in a way  I don't like, less fun and less homey and more suck.

But whatever.

I hate talking to you so I'm going to stop cause I dont think you're listening anyway.

So I'm cutting my tongue out, life sucks more when I talk anyway.

Still alive bitches!

Hi Bridgette how's it goin ( Read more... )

I think that is why people write in these public journals. It's so people will listen to them when they think that no one else will. Since I don't think anyone listens here anymore I choose not to write.

My fingers are tingly. Hmm..

I have new art here and here. If anyone wants to lookit. I have only really shared them with people that I know ( Read more... )

 Hey.. 
Hey.. Conversation time? Been awhile...
Yeah well most the time talking to you is negative so I try to avoid it. Starting off, I looked at the sky on my way home sitting at a stoplight and I thought.. "The sky is clear and empty.. it's probably going to rain" And guess what it did that night. 
That's good for you, your predictions are always ( Read more... )

The sunlit skies and horizons that I could not see 
Maybe there was a world that was meant for me
It wouldn't be the one that makes me cry
It wouldn't be the one that will die
The moonlight's edge touching my face
The darkness' call filling the space
Beneathe the surface of the sun's light
There never was someone with the power to fight
The greater feeling ( Read more... )

It was often talked about
It was often raised
But nothing was ever done about it
To hear the way they talked about it
Noone could be saved
But nothing was ever done about it

Shall I take back everything I've ever said
And live my whole life in silence instead?

It was oversimplified
It was underthought
And nothing was ever done to stop it
Everything was ( Read more... )