As I suspected there is no one there. No ones ever there when I want to talk, only when it is convinient for them, I hate this. I hate life at the moment. I haven't really had one of these wallowing in my own vomit type of days in a while. I guess it's about time ey? he he. Maybe I will sit here and list the ways I could happen to die, or maybe I ( Read more... )

It always happens this way that whenever I'm going insane there's no cure but to let it simply get on with itself. I have no choice but to let all the chaos run loose, because I have no other means of scratching an itch that burns so much. As someone once told me: one theory about why we get itching on our skin is because too many skin cells are in ( Read more... )

Dolled up as usual, dressed only in what I feel comfortably expresses my mood for the day, but yet I cannot help but to feel uncomfortable at the same time. Sort of off subject, but this brings to my attention how the "stars" might feel when the paparazzi hound them for photo's. They get so much unwanted attention, but you can't help but think that ( Read more... )

Twas once said that the day casts more shadows than all the veiled truth of the night, which brings one to ask herself,"But what does it all mean?" So let us discuss this amongst ourselves. Only one problem . . . There is, in my opinion, not enough people to discuss a matter of such importance.We need all the views we can get. So I will beckon to ( Read more... )

What is often said by your teachers, by your parents is that what you wear today doesn't matter. The shoes you had on, or the music you were listening to wont help you in the end. The funny thing is that the ones that are teaching us, that are molding us to only become little replicas of them are the ignorant ones. The ones that need to be taught a ( Read more... )

You loved him ( Read more... )

Voltaire's sweet voice sings loudly in the scenery somewhere off in the distance, a fan is blowing gently, and outside my door is nothing but the chaotic happenings of a family that is broken as a cracked record. All that keeps me sane in my own head is, well, being in my own head. All I can think of is how my world is as tranquil as I make it, and ( Read more... )

So many people whizzing by, but in your world, not a soul stirs. There is no such thing as living, or dead, least of all the living dead. So many noises pounding through the glass of your incased life, shattering ear drums, breaking glass, but in your world, none but the drone of utter silence plays repeatedly, hour on end, like a broken record. So ( Read more... )

Chaotic Nuetral Halfling Ranger ( Read more... )

yes for once i am happy, but only because i have descovered a true friend, spencer, thanx ( Read more... )