I'm done with this journal...that is all.

...and the whole world seems to be saying 'that is all' more and more ponderously until even the heart in the body which lies in the sun on the beach says too, that is all. Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, ( Read more... )

I really have all this built up anger and if I don't make it go away soon Ima explode. There are two ways I can make it go away:

A) Yell and cuss and scream and slam doors and break things
B) Cry

Now A looks like a lot of fun...but the consequences are not a lot of fun. So I think B yaa?

I don't need you anymore. But I need someone to mend my ( Read more... )

I got this e-mail...I don't want to think about it right now...I don't want to accept apologies right now...I don't have the energy to right now. Already had to accept apologies from my dad this week and it takes a lot when the bitch in me screaming "DIE FUCKERS" or something to that extent. What do I do when I've lost all strength to be kind ( Read more... )

Is love supposed to be this what? I don't know anymore...I forgot...or I'm trying not to remember ( Read more... )

Eyes are wonderful things. You can see your past, present, and future in your eyes. All your pain...love...beauty is in them. Something amazing in the smallest thing. Tears of crimson are sparkles in your eyes. Your eyes can bring happiness or sorrow. Eyes are a wilting effort to control what we were born with. The power to give happiness or sorrow ( Read more... )

Well It's raining and it smells yummylicious. My story for today is...I hate myself and it's raining. The End.

I hate myself. The end.

      Marriage is love.

Last week at the dorm. I was listening to music and standing beside my bed when all of a sudden I couldn't stop crying. Something hit me. Not only am I consumed with hatred but hatred is consumed with me. It's a two way street to hate. After a while you forget what you hate or why you hate it. You only remember the pain it brings. So many things ( Read more... )

Someone text messaged my phone today. The text said "Happy Valentine's Day Squee" ...so they used my nickname so I know it's someone I know. I'm really curious...I don't recognize the number...it wasn't saved in my phone. I thought of calling it. I was going to...but then I didn't. And you all don't want to know why I didn't ( Read more... )