I haven't written in this thing in a long time...A lot has happened since then...a whole year and a half relationship with a guy that treated me like gold...I still don't know why, but he did.  And the reason why that ended is because I cheated.  Yes, me.  I still can't believe it, but I kissed someone else, and I didn't just stop it right then and ( Read more... )

i got your voice mail. i'm really really happy and excited that everything is going well for you and i hope that it continues to go that way. i think that, no offense, you're finally growing up. i think this is the time you need that i'm talking about. maybe you don't see it, but i know this is what we need ( Read more... )

i hate myself for hurting you. i broke our promise, and i hate it. i need you and i can't do this ( Read more... )

my birthday's coming up. i'm not expecting anything, i really dont want anything but for people to come watch me at one of my shows. That would mean more to me than a card or gift....maybe a cupcake though ( Read more... )

and once again, i miss you.

tonight i feel like dieing. i have never felt this cold and empty, ever.

i think if i wrote a story of my life, people would read it. i think they would cry, laugh, and just be plain shocked off their ass.

and who knows the entire story of my life excluding myself? stacie. thats it. she's shocked, or was.

i dont know what made me think of this but i think people would be curious to read it, and eventually be

fuck school. i'm so sick of this crap. i'm only taking classes i need to graduated next year---at the basic levels. except for maybe english, i'll proabably only take honors though. i hate reading so that would scratch out AP Lit ( Read more... )

i just about fucked up the best thing that has ever happened to me.

i hear this song and i know i started something lethal.

i need it. only people who do it understand.

there is only so much someone can say to describe it, but no one really listens. true believers are doers.

i can feel it by just listening to music, or seeing the lights.

the name describes it, because it's true.

do you believe me?