i can't tell you how overwhelmed i feel. isolated and dangerous. brittle and heartworn. i dunno i guess it's the music. i guess it's the fact i haven't actually talked to bonnie in a few days. i get that way for some unknown reason when i don't speak to her. i started writing something the other nite and something else last nite. one was a ( Read more... )

made up a new word : unrationable ( Read more... )

so this is how it ends. i'm not graduating highschool, mrs. hoseman secretly hates me, dan or someone has apparently said bad things about me on my space (all of them true), and i'm dead. i'm dying. this unsettled feeling of doubt and self hate has spread to my lungs and is slowly suffocating me. i'm no more than what i thought i was. bonnie ( Read more... )

i'm slowly killing myself ( Read more... )

this isn't as fun as i thought it would be.

i fear my personal life is slowly peeling away. leaving nothing left, but me. eh. whatever. it's not like i'm uncomfortable so whatever. there's something here i know it. as soon as the snow melts maybe i can make sense of it ( Read more... )

blah. i'm lonely and full of shit. all alone on a friday night. not that it's important. just dull and listless like the last week has been. nothing here nor there. nothing tangible ( Read more... )

i've tried. i've tried really really hard (no you haven't.) i've kept my eyes open as long as i could (it's still too soon ( Read more... )

i warn you it's pretty bad ( Read more... )

9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2 ( Read more... )