The Savior of the Broken. the Beaten, and the Damned
One day,
I'll leave you,
a phantom,
to lead you in the summer to
join the Black Parade
Stayed home sick today. And I bet you I missed nothing.
I'm trying to write an entry for this Holocaust writing contest held in WA. You have to read this poem and then answer the question "How do our actions affect those around us?" in poem, essay, or short story form. I'm having lots of trouble Everything I think of I write a little and then turn aside sounding like Marlow: "It would've been too dark; too dark altogether".
I dance to rock when I'm alone in my room.
I now write for 30 - 40 minutes every night before bed. I sleep better.
I like Brian, but he makes me feel goofy inside and I don't like that.
Just not a goofy person I suppose. Happily insane is not the same thing.
New FOB CD dropping soon. Am hoping against hope to get an advanced copy through the coolest shopping website Hot Topic.
Taking the SAT tomorrow. I've been looking at colleges (actually looking) for weeks now. I want to get out of here so bad. and by here, I'm not sure I mean an actual place. I don't mean, out of my house. And I don't mean, away from my family, or away from my friends (if you can call them that - a question that nags at me), or out of this state. Out of HMJ maybe. But even then, the actual place isn't bad. Not at all really.
I just want so much more.
I have two selfs - the person I am alone and around my family (includes closest friends) and the person I am around other people. I don't think that's too bad.
OOO. Went to see Pan's Labrynth last week. It was an amazing experience. At first I wasn't to sure about that, but now that I've got some distance on the memory, I can see that it really was. Very good. I especially recommend it for people my age who see fairy tales everywhere in an adult world. You know who you are.
And I have gotten over the fear of poverty and failure. I have looked those realities in the face and decided that they don't matter. I would suffer through it all if I got to write. That's real love.
L-O-V-E
The letter is so close to done. I think you'll like it.
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh...it's what you do to me