Fred sits alone at his desk in the dark ( Read more... )

I don't want to go back.

Tonight I saw Ben Folds live. Amazing show. The show was at the Wiltern. Best I've been to.

It's funny how nostalgic a needle in your veign can be. Reminders of the past and the inactive years of my life. I was easily bruised by small shots given to my body. Taps of knuckles jabbing my muscles. And the risk of death with a hard blow to the head. Nobody understood how scary it really was. I lived 4 years of my life scared of being ( Read more... )

( Grab my hand )

curbside, beautiful sighs ( Read more... )

Sitting on the curbside talking of our theories. The stars couldn't have brought us any further. Away from reality and the worries that haunt us. Whispers of others and the streetlight shining on our faces, cars come and turn to leave us in this moment of freedom.  We've come a small step closer to reaching our only goal..to be happy.  A "religion ( Read more... )

For the past couple of weeks I've felt so fucking numb and frankly it's getting old. I feel so much that I feels like its nothing. Like whnen you scrape your knee and it goes numb. It's hard to explain. It seems like every other day I don't even want to wake up. Sometimes I'll lay there and just stare off and try to think about what I'm doing ( Read more... )

This is getting old. I need to get out.

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