It's cold. I'm lost. Confused. Surrender. I forgot how to express myself and thoughts I slowly loose my grip on are forgotten. Drunken smiles that make me cry and glossy eyes. Dreams coming true everyday. Thank you. Happiness is a concept that is hard to put into nice sounding words. That's all it is. Words glued together to make beautifully ( Read more... )

You drown yourself in the music and silently watch at the lights flicker and blink. People scream mute words into crowded spaces and everything's inaudible. Your body shakes with the thumping of the bass as bodies claw at each other on the dance floor and you see this guy that looks like a model, you see him everywhere too. Everywhere they choke ( Read more... )

Dear Jo ( Read more... )

It’s so funny how everything turns out and in the blink of an eye your whole life has changed and you don’t even know where it all began. You’ve never believed it. People dream of having the experiences you’ve had and it’s all taken for granted, how typical. Your sheets are stained with the tears he said you never cried, drenched in the emotions he ( Read more... )

Drive to school, drive back, turn on the computer and click away, TV and radio. All these things could disappear and it wouldn’t affect me as much as I think they would. They are all meaningless pursuits, always concentrating on the wrong thing. Taking things for granted, buying things we don’t need, focusing on the future, letting experiences pass ( Read more... )

Ask me six questions. Any six, no matter how personal, private or random. I have to answer them honestly. In turn, you must post this message in your own journal.

My eyes hurt

I made an "Andrew" box... and I feel pathetic.

Static dreams and your biggest fears being whispered through the telephone. Magazine clippings all about the same thing, taped under your chair. You’ve become a little bit of everybody because you couldn’t develop your own personality. Ideas, thoughts, goals, all processed and fabricated, 0% real fruit juice. A broken identity and you’re falling ( Read more... )

We need to stop analyzing all these things. Emotions, stares, energy, emotion… It's always the love and the hope and all the things I want to say but can't articulate very well. I wrote you a letter, with the best of my intentions, there’s always something more… Echoes of the past, your song on the radio and it made me cry. I don’t want to go back ( Read more... )