Post a memory of me in the comments. It can be anything you want ( Read more... )

countdown: days to my demise: 13. I'll miss you.

Things you should do before you die: tell that special someone how special they really are to you. Why is that so hard? Because death just doesn’t come soon enough after you’ve completely humiliated yourself? Probably. I need to figure out some way to achieve this… Chris, have you completed your mission yet (not to be discussed out loud in detail, ( Read more... )

I’m screaming- I can’t live inside myself anymore. I’m so god damn paranoid about every little fucking thing. I think my parents want to kill me, my friends want to hurt me, and nobody loves me. I play everything over in my mind millions of times, analyzing it, trying to extract its true meaning. I break everything down to such an extreme that I ( Read more... )

mmm… Monday. Why do I hate you so much? Oh ya, now I remember… * sigh ( Read more... )

Sometimes it’s like, you hope and hope and hope and wish and wish and wish and dream and dream and dream for that certain something/someone… no. It’s not gonna happen. Just cuz you want it ( Read more... )

WRITER’S BLOCK. PLEASE MAKE SOMETHING INTERESTING HAPPEN. IN SERIOUS NEED OF INSPIRATION!

Alix and I performed our scene today in Theatre. I was pretty nervous about it, and was really surprised when nearly all of the negative comments (or “constructive criticism”) was for Alix, and the better part of the positive comments were for me. I swear ( Read more... )

“Where the hell did you get that word from ( Read more... )

Who Am I ( Read more... )

She steals a glance at him, careful not to let him meet her eyes or sense her gaze. He was hers once. A long, long time ago. She continues watching him, his heavy black clothing shocking against his long bleached hair, fair skin, and pale blue eyes. His slender fingers drum against the seat of the park bench to the beat of a song only he can hear. ( Read more... )