This entry contains loads of spelling misstakes and terrible grammar. I don't care. I wrote it when I was drunk, and lost my thought half way through it. It's a mess, and a direct look into my state of mind. Personally I never plan on viewing this entry again, but feel free to read it. Just beware of the extreme missuse of and total disrespect for ( Read more... )

I know this is passive aggressive, I should just woman up and talk to you. But I've done that so many times before and it's not getting any better. We have been living together for five months, so I think we know each other pretty well by now? Right? Then Why do you keep insisting on playing your music so fucking loud? You know I have a hearing ( Read more... )

( The usual crap about my economy )

Yes. I think I made it. The sun is starting to drive the darkness away, and I'm still alive. With all the screaming, crying and all around pathetic behavior it was a close call. But I'm still standing. Or sitting down actually. I have not even cut myself and I managed to hold any manic behavior at bay ( Read more... )

Title: Keep Running.
Warnings: Written at six pm, bad grammar. A little angst.
Disclaimer: MCR belong to themselves. The Killjoys belong to My chemical Romance. I own nothing, mean no harm and do this for fun.
Notes: Probably part one in the Dangerous Nostalgia series.
( Once again, the Killjoys spend one night on stage )

Beauty in the downfall. Destruction is creativity. Creativity in any form is magic. Paint with blood, a never ending stream of vibrant red. Destroy what you have created. Paint with the coulors of your soul. Let the blackness of your inner being shine through. paint with tears. Mixing with your life, with your soul. Scream until you can't scream ( Read more... )

The last months, Iv'e started to feel almost bohemic. Not that I live in a attic in Paris and drink cheap red wine. But I do sleep on a matress in a house I share with two, sometimes four other people. I have almost no money, just enough for rent and internet. I'm unemployed and have not been grocery shopping since June. And today I spent my last ( Read more... )

Title: The Friend.
Paring: Chad/Jensen, Jared/Alona.
Summary: Chad knew that Jared was not to blame. Jared was a great friend and a sometimes awesome wingman. But Jared was also one of the most beautiful people to ever walk the earth. If you choose to belive the crowds of men and women lusting after Jared.
Chad hated it. Not the fact that Jared got ( Read more... )