you could have it all
i Hurt the inside of both my arms. what do you call the inside of your elbow?
I am sooo tired, and having someone follow me around and making themselves cry aint helping. ahhh.
soooo... tomorow i shall make a choice as to avoid by:
1. Acting drunk/stoned/blitzed or anything needed.
2. Stage a fight and slip away in the mess.
3. Yell at her.
4. Pretend to have a phone call.
5. subliminally suggest suicide.
6. commit suicide.
7. RUN. JUMP. DUCK. DIVE. ROLL.
8.....RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN.
IMMM SOOO TIRED.
a little poetry for you...
A single bulb lights this room
It's dark in here all the time
If the cieling had only captured my dreams and nightmares alike,
what stories it could show.
She is here, the one
The one i love, desire, devise, rescue, all to my hearts own sorrow
Im lost in this room, but this is the place the valentines are written
The site of my greatest thought and saddest song
There are no birds to fly over, no islands to reach
No sun to catch me crying
This is the gift of oblivion and opaque dance
I am sooo tired, and having someone follow me around and making themselves cry aint helping. ahhh.
soooo... tomorow i shall make a choice as to avoid by:
1. Acting drunk/stoned/blitzed or anything needed.
2. Stage a fight and slip away in the mess.
3. Yell at her.
4. Pretend to have a phone call.
5. subliminally suggest suicide.
6. commit suicide.
7. RUN. JUMP. DUCK. DIVE. ROLL.
8.....RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN.
IMMM SOOO TIRED.
a little poetry for you...
A single bulb lights this room
It's dark in here all the time
If the cieling had only captured my dreams and nightmares alike,
what stories it could show.
She is here, the one
The one i love, desire, devise, rescue, all to my hearts own sorrow
Im lost in this room, but this is the place the valentines are written
The site of my greatest thought and saddest song
There are no birds to fly over, no islands to reach
No sun to catch me crying
This is the gift of oblivion and opaque dance