I haven't slept but I can't close my eyes. Dallas sunrise. Beautiful as ever. Where am I going with this? Efforts rebuked once again. This is unhealthy but I don't know how to be healthy anymore. I need fingers in my hair and a lap to rest my head. I'm so tired of this. I'm tired of myself. Bad luck. I've really gone off the deep end this semester ( Read more... )

I woke up with terrible chest pains. I had the worst hair for a couple of blocks. I didn't have time for a drive before Dallas. My left foot started acting up again. I sat outside in a line for two and a half hours. I stood on a bad foot for almost four hours. A lady yelled at me. A fat man sweated on me. And a more enthusiastic fat man dry humped ( Read more... )

She's on all the things that keep me up ( Read more... )

I almost made it a year without destroying a life that's close to mine ( Read more... )

Nothing fits. Nothing feels right. It's just one of those nights that comes by once a week. I hate myself for doing this. I HATE myself for doing this but I can't help it. I can't do this. I don't want to do this anymore. Somebody can't always be in arms reach. I need to change. I really want to change. I want to fucking change. Fuck ( Read more... )

So yeah, I'm gonna use this thing from now on just for songs and poems I wrote. So yeah, tell me what you think. From now on.

I'm feeling sick. Someone hit me.

All I do anymore is write songs and watch movies. Think I need some direction? Pshhh, you wish. I really need to learn to play the drums. I need to do a lot of things before December. I guess I really don't have too much to say. What a shame. Everyone should go to the Mezoic and Oh,Boring Me shows cause uh yeah, they rock sorta a bit. Do it bitches

I talk to you every now and then. I've never felt so alone again. Find myself at a wishing well. My mind's running like a carousel. Here I am standing on my own. Not a motion for the telephone. I know not a reason why solitude's a reason to die. Just you wait and see. How true love is a, it is an awful dream. Aren't you feeling alone? I guess it's ( Read more... )

Today, with two lunches, still managed to suck a whole lot. I've managed to feel incredibly inadequate at about a billion things spread out between seven periods. So many things feel a thousand times harder than they ever did cause I'm looooooosing it, woohoo! All my fears are coming true, blargh. I want to I want to I want to I need to escape and ( Read more... )