....what the fuck am I doing?
Again...

Lighting it on fire wasn't the right way to handle things, nevertheless , she burned it away. All of it, into the fire, her memories up in flames. Blue light, her eyes, coal. Smell of wood, burning paper, her perfume, the sweater that you borrowed that night you were cold. No. In it goes, a picture. Anniversary, a resort, smile. No, a funeral, ( Read more... )

There is no fear left in your eyes, only a void. Your eyes are glazed over, your self protected behind the shield that is your body. Scared, no. Fear can not exist now that you’ve left her, the girl they see, left her on the surface as you slid deeper below. It’s safe down here. Dark, cold, empty, safe. They can not reel you in with their pleasures ( Read more... )

So, I want to write something interesting. I miss sitting down and pouring something out onto paper that I get something out of reading afterward, that tells me something about myself that I didn't already know. I think my biggest problem right now is a lack of inspiration. Actually, I think my biggest problem in life lately is exactly this. I'm ( Read more... )

I can not sleep ( Read more... )

Okay, so my actual journal is missing. I haven't written in it since before I went away this summer... but I'm sure I've seen it around. I got in one of my reflective moods and decided to read through it, but it is M.I.A. (if of course a journal could ever be 'in action'....I'm tired, I don't know, ignore me.) But yes, this could be a bad thing.  ( Read more... )

I've been realizing some things about myself as of lately. I guess you could say it's this quest I've been on for a while... trying to see where exactly I fit into things, why exactly I do what I do, what I have to do in order to feel entirely complete. To sum it up, my realization is this: I am a coward. Because, really, that's what it all comes ( Read more... )

Ughhh ( Read more... )

I hadn't written anything in a long time, so i decided to write a poem. Please tell me what you think. Constructive criticism is welcome:)

Behind The Cold Clear WallVivacious, but unwinding ( Read more... )

So last night we went to a club called fluid, which was okay. You had your gang-stas, your ginos, your humpers, a lot of idiot boys we'll just say lol. We had fun dancing, but the club wasn't very impressive, especially for 20 dollars. But it was fun non the less, and we danced the night away and probably lost lots of weight-- my legs are very soar ( Read more... )