an old candy wrapper that you kick on your way down the steps. a scratched cd piled upon the others and the waste you made. The old shoe box that holds the duct taped shoes that you used to wear so proudly. A picture from better times when things almost made a somewhat coherent strand of logical thought. A glass with old, flat coke in it. Papers ( Read more... )

Grab this toothpick ribcage, shake it around. Nod your head and roll your eyes. This stupid boy has made his last mistake. I'm made of popsicle sticks and elmer's glue. It doesn't hold for long, but it was never more beautiful than in a mother's eyes. Paste me on the refrigerator, up for all to see. I won't let you down, I won't let you down. Don't ( Read more... )

and the family votes no. haha, my parents and sisters just saw my hair and they flipped. lol, i don't care. oh well. saro, get your hair cut. now.

( change is good )

whoever told you they hit rock bottom was a liar. i know, cause i haven't hit it yet. i just keep falling.

this calendar moves too quickly and the days pass by with ease. I'm left here, watching this blur as it moves around me. The pretty colors. The pretty colors. I want to join them, to be a part of this canvas, this artwork. But I'm lethargic and still sitting on this bench ( Read more... )

friends only

to silence the anonymous. you want to read, get an account, and get on my friends list. comment on this.

i guess this is real. a real thing. tangible. able to be held. of worth, value. the only question that remains is, how much worth? how much value ( Read more... )

Because you asked ( Read more... )

After a close, scrutinous evaluation from an anonymous poster, my journal is now forever, forbidden artistic content. i mean, honestly, was it ever? so now, screw it all. i suppose i should just recount the days events and leave everyone to their own devices.

i sat on my butt. talked on the porch, felt bad, felt good. hooray. the end.