So. I completely changed around my Livejournal layout... I think it looks nice.  My background picture is a picture I took myself.  I think it's beautiful.  Photoshopping was done by Alicia... cuz she is awesome.

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Man.  I NEED DRUGS.

Someone help me out. =)

Pretty please?

I think overdosing is nature's way of saying "That wasn't your best idea yet ( Read more... )

You're a star, steal my car- just save me ( Read more... )

I like morphine.

Man, I'm so tired.

I want to buy the book "Are You There, Vodka?  It's Me Chelsea!"

by Chelsea Handler ...

And I hate people who fuck over other people ...

Like my mom's roommate.  Blah.

This is a poem I wrote while I was harshly feeling the lack of sleep I suffered the other night .....

Good Morning, Wood

Oh, how I so wish,
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It has been 125 weeks since I've last updated my Livejournal... but I missed it, so, here I am.  How fare thee, world of livejournal ( Read more... )

Bloodthirsty.
A bloodthirsty devil in the shape of a girl.
One mortal at a time, she slaughters the world.
A deadly grip on the throat of her victim.
Bored to bits, she only wants to play with him.
Her fingers are long and slender with deadly nails,
With a venomous touch, like scorpion tails.Her teeth like a bonesaw, to rip through skin ( Read more... )

Razorblade rainbows to cut by the time ( Read more... )

You won't see what I've become.
You'll wait and watch and still,
You're only let down.

You won't see what I've become .....

'Cause this feeling,
Has dawned the face of you.

A Violent Reaction.
Struggling only to keep myself alive.

My ears hurt.

Dear Diary,

My day sucked.
My face is scraped and sore.
My knees are bruised.
My happy mood was beaten.

I hate people. I hate people. I hate people a lot.

End.

PS. Happy St. Patty's.

Poetry.

Cut Out My Eyes [I Don't Know]
I don't know if I'm coming down this time, babe.
I don't know if this wound heals,
I don't know if these scars fade.
I don't know how to tell you this,
I don't know if I can keep living this way.
(Cut out my eyes, so I can't see our past exists.)I don't know how to remember to breathe ( Read more... )