There's a saying: "Athlets Row. Other people just play games ( Read more... )

I should post in this journal more often. I feel more open here ( Read more... )

Everything is catching up to me. It's getting closer. I look behind me and it's in my face. Everything is in my face. This will pass. Into the west. It's been beautiful. I am the bell of the ball with the sunshine all around me. But yet there is darkness. It comes onto my sometimes. I get the feeling my stomach that comes when you almost cry, when ( Read more... )

The world doesn't make sense. It's like it keeps spinning and spinning like it always does, only I am on top of it all. I can feel the dizzyness, the endless blackness. And then the pain. I stand still, praying to God I don't fall down. Then it passes. They say that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Bull shit. I feel. I am not stronger. I ( Read more... )

I forgot and I remembered. I don't write poetry. My prose is straight. I can't go around the bend, I have to go through it. There is no subtly, only brashness. I listen to my music and dream about what life was like when ( Read more... )

grammar is overrated&so is life. the heat is unbearable {stupid car/black/no air}. im trying this beautiful words thing. am i succeeding? i doubt it. gushers+rice krispie treats leaves a sticky taste. my hair is purple. or red. or dark pink. it fits my spunkyness ( Read more... )

I came in The dog barked I was doomed Why does my mom have to hate my&my attitude so much All I want to do is escape No where to run to baby No where to hide I miss the good old days of corner lemonadestands(or was it kool-aid) and dolls I want to get out of here She wants me to go with her I don't want to She can't make me I feel so juvenile at ( Read more... )