Staring at an empty screen ( Read more... )

I love how this  journal is completely random. It's like things only matter at the time I write them. Four hours ago I was writing about Caleb and Alissa and their life being put on hold because of, well read the last entry and you'll know. It's not something that can be contained to one, short, descriptive sentence. But now, now I'm happy because ( Read more... )

We're both there, with our partners. We couldn't go together, it would cause too much fuss. Since when have two girls ever gone to a dance, as a couple? They have never. Not here anyway. What is normal for us isn't normal for them. We had arranged to go with other people, and pretend that we were their kind of normal. We had arranged to sneak away ( Read more... )

She 
When she first sees you
she lets you know she's there,
her actions are such that you know
she's there for you only.
And when she looks at you
she can find your secrets,
hidden in your face.
And when she watches you
she can tell exactly what you want,
and how you need to please her.
And when she looks into your face
she's filled with the thoughts,
from your ( Read more... )

 and I wonder if the moon could keep away the rain ( Read more... )

 My breath is magnified a hundred times ( Read more... )

No words will come
to describe how I feel.
No words could justify
how I think I feel. 
There are no logical sentances
to try to make sense of this mess. 
Emotionally exhausted; 
the result of being me, 
and thinking too much,
and having so much going on.
I can't help but enjoy
this face paced life.
I can't help but feel
dizzy and excited,
everytime you are near.
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I hate these moods. I'm inspired, but I have no idea what to write about. Nothing I ever write in these moods is amazing, or probably any good at all.

I just added Melissa on MySpace, because her link was on her Facebook profile. I don't really use MySpace that much, but thought I would add her, because let's face it, I do like her a little bit.  ( Read more... )

The pagse of my life are littered with smudges, teardrops, blood stains, crossed out feelings and profanities.

Entangled in a missing memory. 

I just wanted to write something