So here i am sitting in front of this computer again. What i find so strange is all the opinions people have. Books, music, art, other matter in general. I have opinions too, yet how can i air them, my voice is cracked ( Read more... )

The contents of my bag spell disaster, absolute anarchy, nothing keeps its place, it's complete sweet chaos. I dwell on nothings, petty unsatisfactory nothings, like, nothing said, nothings doing, nothing on, nothing to wear, real nothings, sweet nothings. A pandemonium of nothing. Think about it, nothing, I mean. There's nothing to say about it is ( Read more... )

So it was all tied up in limbo, no man zones, mines all over the feild of conversation. Then he goes and msg's me. "Hey, how are you?" What the fuck is that? I knew you thought you were to good for me, then why did you go out with me? Why were you sweet and funny and full of memories from when i knew you before ( Read more... )