i'm sick of people telling me how to think and who to be.
just let me live life from day to day
and let make my own mistakes
i just dont understand how friends can think in ways
that make me seem i'm living in all of the wrong ways.
i change my looks for variety
not because i need approval.
and no matter how i look
my eyes are always hazel.

all i want to do is breathe ( Read more... )

I finally understand just what it means to feel something other than pain, and I am not lying when I say that it doesn't feel too bad either. I'll admit that there are still negative things in my life, but no longer shall they consume my very exsistence. With pure hope, I wonder if I shall feel this happiness for very long. But as that beautiful ( Read more... )

another weekend gone by, same as the others. useless things accomplised, does that make them worthy of accomplishing because of the sole purpose that that were accomplished? another weekend gone by, same people seen, same as any other. i ate cookies today, like anyone cares. another weekend gone by, another useless weekend.

No one ever wants me around ( Read more... )

i love the way you call me bitch ( Read more... )

This Journal Is Friends-Only.

(Except of course for the journal entries that aren't because they aren't mine. They are Clarence's from when we shared a journal. She can now be found at her very own journal: poke_the_corpse.)

Anyway, add and be added.