They think that you're alive
But you know that they are wrong

The thoughts from my mind
Feel the pain as rats claw at my flesh

Feel the wind burn through my skin
The pain, the air is killing me
For years my limbs stretched to the sky
A nest for birds to sit and sing
But now my branches suffer
And my leaves don't bear the glow
They did so long ago

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by 3pm today, this journal will be deleted.
thank you for all the good times.

it's done.
i'm done.

goodbye

i made this a long time ago.
i think it's appropriate for so many situations right now.
in fact, I could probably make a million of them for all of the people that need to see one of these pictures.
however, this is it.
you is, well, you.
you won't see anything more.

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my journal.
my life.
my business.

congratulations to a couple of you who just got deleted.
you're the first removals since I started the whole "friends only" thing.

I'm a nice person, but piss me off and guess what!
I have feelings too!

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ok, kids...
time to clean out my friends list.
if you don't comment, you'll be cut.
plain and simple.
no, this is not a cry for comments, i just need to weed you out.

apparently I look slavik.
wonderful, since I've always been told I look like my mom.
I'm turning to my dad's side.
how wonderful is that?

okay, so that was sarcastic, about the wonderful-ness...
but I guess it's kinda cool that I'm starting to look like what I am.
i guess...

another great conversation with Juan (in Spanish ( Read more... )

( I'm a cam whore )

blood is a funny thing, really.
it's so beautiful, yet has this disgusting quality about it.
because it's "blood"