in an ivory room, within the ivory walls, there is a crimson stain in the cracks.

May 07, 2004 12:33

i loathe waking up loathing the fact im still alive. i loathe doing the same damn thing every damn day of every damn month. i loathe working with mary every damn day. i loathe having to put on a fake face at work. i loathe that it feels that my only home is 800 miles and 2 states away.

i've been beautiful violence, in the middle of dreams

someone needs to answer the damn phone. i don't care if it's jamie, candace, or carol. shit if carol answers the damn phone i'll atleast realize there are people with more troubles than myself, but jamie is the one i gotta talk to. the more no one answers the more i feel this way.

cut cut cut

i truely feel that killing myself it the best answer but i know my other option is better.

i hate how the glass broke last night.

i saw kristen and jenny last night.

as well i was surprised by seeing sheila and jessica.

i love daveys lyrical styling in shut your mouth and open your eyes, black sails in the sunset, and son of sam's songs from the earth... they are comforting in a sick sort of way.

don't be suprised if i add more to this...
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