getting really good at faking it.

1. i really need to stop being so blasé about things. i can tell that this is a short road to ruin ( Read more... )

here's to good beer and cheap whiskey. here's to places i've never been with people who won't ever know what i'll never say.

it slowly becomes time to move on ( Read more... )

my desire to live - this thirst, starvation for life... is so strongly eclipsed by my fear of feeling and general self-loathing and sickeness of myself that i find myself blind.

i miss knowing.

or not so secretly, i think i've been dreading today ( Read more... )

i'm glad i got to meet you. the first time that i played at epicure, you told me that you liked my voice and that we should sing together sometime. as the weeks went on and i played more, you'd sing the harmonies, and it was always a treat... i'm not sure if you liked the songs, but you were always genuinely happy when people got up to play, ( Read more... )

starts in about 8 hours... boo, hiss; didn't get as much done as i wanted, but it's a nice start. i can live with it -- gonna have to.

because i'm scared. i don't want to cross that line, because right now, we could be anywhere, but if something happens, and that line gets drawn, it's only going to get drawn after it's been crossed. you can't just uncross that line and erase it; you'll always be on the other side. so for as much i want to see that other side, and for as much as ( Read more... )