nothin' to do but scratch words in the dirt and watch the water roll down.

a girl is here in the same room who i used to like, could've loved, eventually, possibly. funny how things happen. she used to like me. i knew it was to good to be true at the time. i should've listened to my reasoning. the funny thing is, though, i still feel awkward. thanks. she's practically married. i don't know what to say. i'll ( Read more... )

for some odd reason, i'm not happy now. i'm rather depressed. and i'm not listening to music, i think that is antagonistic and synergistic at the same time. anyway.

.... and already has the pain of the world on her shoulders.
tears of glass and splintered shards, saddened faces, angels dancing in the yard.
families of rock now crumbled and crying. tears knew now, fly away, fly away.
supermodels of porcelain now, knew, finite meaning...

to be continued....

God hath not promised skies always blue, flower-strewn pathways all our lives through ( Read more... )

well, well, well. here we are. me... and nothing. i have nothing important to say. i'm not good at expressing my feelings while sitting at a computer. so why did i subscribe to live journal you might be thinking. i did it to be popular and cool. geoff said it would do all that and more. so here i am waiting for more friends, pretty girls to ( Read more... )