i guess i do "street drugs." why do the people you love think the worst about you?

"its not a bad thing," i kept saying to myself. and every time i said that i thought of something wrong with you. i spent hours going back and forth in my mind and all i came up with was no. there has to be something else, something willing to try, but i always come back to no. maybe it is because i push myself away from you so much that i block ( Read more... )

i started a real journal. i am not sure why. i guess it is more private and i can write things in there i could not on here. i keep it with me everywhere i go now. i have two entries about nothing great but i am hoping one day i will have something brilliant to write in there. then i can look back and think, "that day was really amazing. i am glad ( Read more... )

i sat staring at the screen but my mind would not go blank. the same things on repeat in my mind. i am so sick of this feeling of hopelessness. "GET OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND!" please leave and never come back.

why am i being polite, i mean fucking leave and i never want you to come back!
lick my cunt.
thanks.

i want to take you far away from the cynics in this
town and kiss you on the mouth.
we'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of
this scene, start a brand new colony
where everything will change, we'll give
ourselves new names (identities erased.)
the sun will heat the ground under our bare
feet in this brand new colony.
everything will change...

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you are so beautiful
i hate myself for not seeing it
i know i never told you
and i know i have had many chances
i know i always break up with you
and i know you were always there
those nights when i was crying
and felt alone

i guess i am just trying to say
i wish it was the other way around
you did not deserve it
and i love you

the protest has changed.
email me to find out more.
yougrrrlslooktired@yahoo.com

no shoes. no socks. one open window.

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