i'm sick of my past.
 i'm running from it.
i made a new journal.
i will no longer be posting things on here.
add me on there, if you want to continue reading.

the new username is:
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the bird is locked in your cage.
what have you done?
the reason being..
your afraid of it flying away!
when the cage door opens,
what do you have to say?
does the bird deserve
to be locked in your cage?

my head speaks ( Read more... )

empty is feeling.
believing is thinking.
nothing can fill the container.
what's inside of it?
s p a c e.
are you going to chance
the possibilities
that something that might never come.
what are you waiting on?
action isn't taken, and the wait was lost.
feeling is empty
thinking is believing.

i miss my camera.
& my ability to get myself out of trouble easily.

his cheekbones were honest perfection ( Read more... )

i haven't been up to 'typing' much ( Read more... )

i have these little weird details about myself and others i keep track of in my head ( Read more... )

this weekend i got it out of me.
but its still on my shoulders.
and will always be there for a long time.
i'm sorry, but i know you'll  we'll be stronger.
we've still got a long way to go, and we're just taking a rest.
walking a little bit to catch our breaths.
i've learned a lot this weekend.
only reunions. do i fit in the surroundings?
there new, but old ( Read more... )

i'm nervous..
i've been busy the last 2 months.
with dance dance dance dance.
and seriously can school get even more strict?
am i not allowed to sneeze anymore?
sorry my body couldn't hold it in.
i was going to die.
i'm seriously the worst fuck up.
kids, karma comes back around
and it will bite you in the ass.
i'm sick of my own self.
i keep saying i need to ( Read more... )