I have no one. I have no family, no one and only. I have a handful of friends who won't be around for much longer than a year from now, and definitely not forever. There hasn't been a single person that I have confided in... in years. I have no real connection with anything or anyone. I understand the value of life, but I don't involve myself with ( Read more... )

With one foot in the casket and another on solid ground, I'm eighteen years old, and I never thought I'd be the one to say, "I'd kill to be anyone other than me."

Fuck this city. Seattle, what's up, give me a year and I'm going to live in you.

You know what is a kind of shitty, but kind of awesome? Whenever I'm at working, I get a whole lot of attention from girls, you know... the kind of attention that you like to get if the girl who's giving it to you is decently attractive. Except that most of them are more than decently attractive, in fact most of them are older than me by at least a ( Read more... )

It's been months seen I've seen your face, and it's been years since you've spoken with such high regard for the things that you used to believe, for the things that used to drive your overused tongue. You've said forever more times than I can even count, and you've said never even more, but now I know that you have no idea what eternity means. You ( Read more... )

I will never outgrow hardcore, but I've come to the realization that I'm one of few, because I've been watching my friends come and go for years now.

I'm not sure what I believe in anymore, but I do believe I'm not so sure I care about living.

I was in a really fucking awesome mood, and then the municipal court system of Oklahoma destroyed it, and then seeing Wills Brewer made my whole day better, and then my mom killed it again.

I once loved so many things. The glare of the sun off the glass in what used to be my home. The green of this neighborhood, the slow drain of rainwater. The infinite feeling of neverending energy. The limitless potential I had when I was younger. Now everything has faded and withered to nothing. To something so much less than I recall it being. And ( Read more... )

This is for the ones still hurting, lost and confused, this is for the ones still searching, in every dark room and every gray day. I know what it's like to feel like the only thing keeping your heart still beating is the sounds that rain at every meeting. Dark words written on dark nights, heart vs. mind fights, longing to be screamed, longing to ( Read more... )