Do you fear that only I can be the name written on your heart ( Read more... )

It was just after my thirteenth birthday that I discovered a hidden passion for music and art. It was during my first year of high school that I developed a distasteful hatred for humankind. I was thirteen when I realized the unimportance of friendship and social acceptance. And it was at the conclusion of year eight, when social status and ( Read more... )

Which is laughable considering just how ugly I've been feeling of late. The last week has been plenty stressful. Mom has fallen extremely sick, which makes me wish that I were around more so that we'd actually have something to talk about when she makes the effort to 'bond'. I've been taking every opportunity that I can to spend time alone. Turning ( Read more... )

Unexpected tears at Fowler's. Paying for bands that I don't necessarily like. The one with the potential to break my heart was found drunk yet again - outside of Enigma surrounded by laughing blonde's that are by far more attractive than I ( Read more... )

I cried myself to sleep last night. With my mothers voice rattling through my head, insulting me over and over. Telling me how much of a failure I was, how I've taken eveything I've been given for granted and that within six months I'll run home pregnant wanting sympathy - and by this time my father and her won't recognize my face ( Read more... )

Another day that leaves me clueless ( Read more... )

The eighteenth birthday of the one whom I adore ( Read more... )

Fuck.

I tell you I love you.

You say ‘Don’t fib..”

A kiss upon cold lips hidden away from everything else.

This hasn’t happened in some time.

( We are.. )

Another late night phone call from the boy who destroyed the world ( Read more... )