I find a skeleton under your bed ( Read more... )

I'm going to the desert for 5 days and I'm leaving all of this emotional baggage there.

Too much drama. Too much nonsense.

Baby steps. One two three.

Take it easy now, don't blow your cover.

This has to stop. I'm digging my own grave on a daily basis.

No one cares anymore. Stop talking about her. Stop wishing she'd come back. Maybe when you finally don't want it anymore, you'll get it back.

I am officially marking my calendar. If my life is not up to my standards by my birthday (November 4th), I am moving far away from here and I am not coming back for a very, very long time ( Read more... )

is this more than you bargained for yet?
don't mind me, i'm watching you two from the closet
wishing to be the friction in your jeans.

isn't it messed up how i'm just dying to be him?
i'm just a notch in your bedpost
but you're just a line in a song.

i need to vent, so i'm back.

back to livejournal and what i'd never do again.

but it's all i can do to stop myself from thinking about... her.

that's right. i'm 23 years old and i'm still dealing with it.

10 months ago, i felt like no matter what everything would be okay.

now i've burned so many bridges that i have one friend left. and he's moving away ( Read more... )

I met you on the worst of nights, and you didn't get the best of me.

That doesn't change the fact that I'd do anything to make you mine.

But in a few months, you'll leave this place and never come back.

And you'll forget I ever existed in the first place.

"I hope you're waiting by the door when I get home, I don't want anyone to see me here alone ( Read more... )

I now know why I continued doing drugs when I told everyone I was quitting.

Because without them, I'm just a shy, softspoken dork who does nothing but sit at home in front of his computer on the verge of tears, always wanting something better.

And without drugs... I really don't have too many friends.