All day, I told myself that I would of have a large glass of rose'. I looked forward to it all damn day. When the appropriate time came I was concerned that maybe a glass of wine would not treat me well. So... I procrastinated with the drinking tonight and this is probably why I was fucking right. It's nearly 2am and half a glass sits on the vanity ( Read more... )

Bed. Preferably, no human voices. Television background noises. Picking it all apart, rearranging it all, in an attempt to make a better version of myself.

Well. Well. Well...I guess I'm glad I suck at updating passwords. It struck me that it would be a great idea to snoop around on the old LiveJournal. No one is here! Whoohoo! I feel like emotionally streaking. Melody is here! Hi Melody! You're certainly not nobody...but my gawd...Tumbleweeds. I miss this place.

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Circle I Limbo

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Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind

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Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow

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Circle IV Rolling Weights

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Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled

River Styx

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Circle VI Buried for Eternity

River Phlegyas

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Circle VII Burning Sands

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Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement

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Circle IX Frozen in Ice

Design your own hell

why do i feel like there are bugs crawling all over me? it is making my brain angry. i am so irritable. i am writing everyone off. i hate everyone and everything. nothing it making me happy. some things do, i suppose. i know there are a few things...but not enough! i want to not talk about world things. i want to talk about things that are only ( Read more... )

i wish everyone would shut up...about rights and about hate and love... i am so sick of people hating others for hating...and believing themselves to be...um...righteous? or admirable? or something. whatever. you all can suck my ass hole. i am hateful too...because i hate every single one of you...in general. we're all so fucking miserable.

I think livejournal is a therapy. ugh. i am so stressed. i wish we three could just move far away. far far away. i am over this whole situation. i hate feeling that i need to hide what i am wanting to express here...on the internet...where it could possibly be found. why should i even care? why do i care? what if i didn't care?

poker faaaace! HI.

Erik is going to lay down to sleep. I don't want to lay down to sleep. I drank some wine and I am afraid that sleeping seems too boring.

i am depressed. i am worried about dying. my brain is stupid. i miss my father. i worry that i won't see jude grow up. i hate life. i don't truly hate life...maybe.
i have a headache.

i just realized that i mostly post about not getting any sleep.

also, it's 2:05 in the morning...and i still haven't finished my cigarette.

goodnight.