this place is a prison. i know theres a big world out there, like the one i saw on that screen.
today was good. i suppose.
me and jenn went to UNH psycology seminar thingy. then hungout with tommy and edddd and all those fagbitches.
then watched movies and did nothing like me and my 2 guys of us threee amigos do. we sit and do nothin. very relaxing.
yeah then i came home and whose outside in his truck. yes, jaimey. go figure. so we talked and he tried to kiss me, again. so not happening.
then my father walks in on me smoking a cigarette and hes like oh well 'why have you become this' and im like ok. peace and shit the door. ah hes so annoying. as if i changed all of a sudden. he just hasnt known who i am for over 4 years.
so now i am going to bed. because i am EXTREMLY tired.
i still need to call over a dozen people.
i have been overlaoded with this holiday season thing.
sorry y'all.
im not coming out til this is all over.
im looking out the glass where the light bends at the crack. screaming at the top of my lungs. pretend i belong to someone, someone i used to know.
I was eating dinner at dinner at 1 am. I think Im going to get fat.
bed til 4:30.
out to the appointment at 5 in the f*cking morning >:o
today-
tyler:theres this girl and she drinks and shes only 13 but she lives in texas
me:its cause she lives near mexicans in new mexico and they give it to her for umm things.
tyler:oh like sex, why did I have to be born a boy.
me:eww.
I feel like writing poetry. so a little here and alot in my diary tonight.
I miss holding someone and hearing there heartbeat. knowing that theres someone who hears your and you intwine the right way so you feel like two people. nothing matters, other than loving that person. yur kisses feel like heaven and the words that you say make me laugh. i want to feel that again. maybe im not cause of my own choices. but im scared.
you hide the color of your eyes behind a drooping hat.
you were almost too shined apon to see.
its not that you had to pretend the glamour.
the sillouttes from your whispers made you beautiful to me.
what do i need to do, how long must i wait.
life is a wreck, people arent your friends.
the only friends are 20 dollar bills, but they bend and fold.
again and over again.
gaurds at my heart and they are armed.
I will not permit entry, so just look from afar.
you are almost too bright to see, too much heart-ache.
this happens every night, so should I fall asleep.
you made me dream by candle light in a tub of foam.
so how long does it take, how long does it take.
could someone show me what lifes meant to be?
me and jenn went to UNH psycology seminar thingy. then hungout with tommy and edddd and all those fagbitches.
then watched movies and did nothing like me and my 2 guys of us threee amigos do. we sit and do nothin. very relaxing.
yeah then i came home and whose outside in his truck. yes, jaimey. go figure. so we talked and he tried to kiss me, again. so not happening.
then my father walks in on me smoking a cigarette and hes like oh well 'why have you become this' and im like ok. peace and shit the door. ah hes so annoying. as if i changed all of a sudden. he just hasnt known who i am for over 4 years.
so now i am going to bed. because i am EXTREMLY tired.
i still need to call over a dozen people.
i have been overlaoded with this holiday season thing.
sorry y'all.
im not coming out til this is all over.
im looking out the glass where the light bends at the crack. screaming at the top of my lungs. pretend i belong to someone, someone i used to know.
I was eating dinner at dinner at 1 am. I think Im going to get fat.
bed til 4:30.
out to the appointment at 5 in the f*cking morning >:o
today-
tyler:theres this girl and she drinks and shes only 13 but she lives in texas
me:its cause she lives near mexicans in new mexico and they give it to her for umm things.
tyler:oh like sex, why did I have to be born a boy.
me:eww.
I feel like writing poetry. so a little here and alot in my diary tonight.
I miss holding someone and hearing there heartbeat. knowing that theres someone who hears your and you intwine the right way so you feel like two people. nothing matters, other than loving that person. yur kisses feel like heaven and the words that you say make me laugh. i want to feel that again. maybe im not cause of my own choices. but im scared.
you hide the color of your eyes behind a drooping hat.
you were almost too shined apon to see.
its not that you had to pretend the glamour.
the sillouttes from your whispers made you beautiful to me.
what do i need to do, how long must i wait.
life is a wreck, people arent your friends.
the only friends are 20 dollar bills, but they bend and fold.
again and over again.
gaurds at my heart and they are armed.
I will not permit entry, so just look from afar.
you are almost too bright to see, too much heart-ache.
this happens every night, so should I fall asleep.
you made me dream by candle light in a tub of foam.
so how long does it take, how long does it take.
could someone show me what lifes meant to be?