Regardless of the length, being last on any list feels the same. A painful reminder that you are not special to anyone, though they are all special to you. To be forgotten is to be cast aside an unworthy posession. It seems easier to hide behind a mask of disregard. It doesn't matter to me, that I matter not to you. But the guise is only skin deep ( Read more... )

I've decided to resuscitate my livejournal as my host has disappeared. It seems I've slipped into a routine of self destruction. No sleep, no excercise, no writing, no friends. Enjoying all things bad for me. The likes of cigarettes and chocolate milk. An antisocial insomniac with a sweet tooth is a dangerous combination. I am hopelessly in love. ( Read more... )

Butterflies are passive aggressive and put their problems on the shelf.. but their beautiful. What is beautiful? Happiness? Contentment? What you see does not define beauty. It is no longer an aesthetic quality. Structure form and relevance. It's a feeling. I feel it. In my toes and on the tips of my eyelashes. I see it in three months, closing in ( Read more... )

Contemplating a life less ordinary
within a never ending chain of events
no matter how removed, she still cares
to ask
how you are.

It's comforting to know that there are other people as conflicted as I am.
This will all make perfect sense one day, I'll be okay.
Beautiful Disaster.

Something has to make you run.. I wonder what it is that makes me run every time. Why is it that it's only the simple, weak-minded people that stick around? For some reason I can never hold on to the people that really matter. Maybe I'm trying too hard. Always trying too hard to be what I think I should be. I'm hoping for perfection.. but then ( Read more... )

So what, so I've got a smile on, well it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head. Don't believe me when I say I've got it down.
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