you'll be a lover in my bed, and a gun to my head...
zerohero333:
on an unrelated note, i recently met someone who actually has those f holes tattooed on her back. it looks cool.
well i think thats one of the greatest things ive ever heard *keeps it in her mind for a future tattoo* although, i still want my tonight tonight one more.
err anyways, how goes it boys and girls? im not too bad. my mom is getting in her 'i dont care anymore' mood and it makes me really sad to see her, i dont even really see her anymore just a woman who lost everything that ever ment anything to her. she has a whore for a daughter and another daughter who is going down the shitter with her...and its her fault. i wish i could just hug her and let her cry, and hold her and promise her that everything is going to be okay, even though we both know it will never be okay again. shes so beautiful to me, i wish i could have the confidence, strength and beauty she once had. meh, our house is so messy again. tessa is such a slob. i dont even want to be home anymore, but i dont want to leave my poor mom there. i also wish i could help tessa, but shes helpless.
todays just a sad day, but i dont want to cry or give up or compaine anymore then ive already done...i just dont want to do anything today except sit in the art room and...sit.
"your patient pantomime
heals the stories that i tell
to myself/and no one else
no whisper on my mind
no tired arms that bind
can steal you away/from me this time"
-black irish, billy corgan
on an unrelated note, i recently met someone who actually has those f holes tattooed on her back. it looks cool.
well i think thats one of the greatest things ive ever heard *keeps it in her mind for a future tattoo* although, i still want my tonight tonight one more.
err anyways, how goes it boys and girls? im not too bad. my mom is getting in her 'i dont care anymore' mood and it makes me really sad to see her, i dont even really see her anymore just a woman who lost everything that ever ment anything to her. she has a whore for a daughter and another daughter who is going down the shitter with her...and its her fault. i wish i could just hug her and let her cry, and hold her and promise her that everything is going to be okay, even though we both know it will never be okay again. shes so beautiful to me, i wish i could have the confidence, strength and beauty she once had. meh, our house is so messy again. tessa is such a slob. i dont even want to be home anymore, but i dont want to leave my poor mom there. i also wish i could help tessa, but shes helpless.
todays just a sad day, but i dont want to cry or give up or compaine anymore then ive already done...i just dont want to do anything today except sit in the art room and...sit.
"your patient pantomime
heals the stories that i tell
to myself/and no one else
no whisper on my mind
no tired arms that bind
can steal you away/from me this time"
-black irish, billy corgan