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i paint a pretty picture except there is a twist.....my paintbrush is a razor and the canvas is my wrist

hate life....that is all i am able to do
im the kind of person who only uses words when i actually mean it....ive not said 'i love you' to anyone in my family since i was six....nor do i hate something if i only dislike it....
but my situation warrants a hate.....life is what i hate....it is my goal everyday is to count up the hundreds of reasons why ( Read more... )

went to my friends house last night, we both vented about everything....it was heaps good....id not vented for AGES.....but i think im in a dead zone.....i feel quite good about everything....im not getting any shit from anyone...but i have an inkling that im feeling this way because im going back to school tomorrow....and my mind is waiting to ( Read more... )

as a child i swore i would never, ever write a diary or journal, it seemed to weak and immature for me....but alas here i am at almost 17 and im publishing my inner thoughts for the world....although im not sure who will want to read them ( Read more... )