December 2009
9 posts
I will see you again. A long time from now.
For the first time in a long time, I beleive in myself. I beleive that I am strong enough to move on. And I am excited for the future, which I am fairly certain you won’t be a part of.
10 Things You Want For Christmas: 1. A clean slate 2. A nice job with cool people. 3. All my family, happy together christmas day. 4. A floor lamp for my room. 5. Some art for my walls. 6. Some GOOD clothes. 7. Longer and healthier hair 8. Thinness 9. Music system for new room. 10. A lowrider
9 Musicians/Bands You Love At The Moment: 1. Duffy (new) 2. Underoath (always) 3. As tall as lions...
Hole and a shovel.
I don’t have any more beautiful words for you. I can’t offer you my undying and exclusive love. I don’t have the body you want, or the face, or the clothes, or the friends. I can’t promise you the world, or my future. All I have left is my soul, my compassion and drive. You stole my heart long ago and gave it back in pieces. I will not participate in this sick and twisted...
Miserable at best
Maybe if my heart stops beating it won’t hurt this much.
And never will I have to answer again to anyone.
Here's to solitude
The abrupt sensation of a disappointment, that split second before you are fully awake and truly believe you are falling, and of course, here’s to fear. Here’s to success followed by an empty feeling of dissatisfaction, achieving something others only dream about, and of course, here’s to greed. Here’s to self doubt, in a surrounding of friends-the uncontrollable urge to accuse them of the things...