For all the world to see
Knowing it isn't you doing this, it's me

I'll sleep next to you tonight and dream
And tomorrow wake up in a daze for I know
I have never woken up from this perfect reflection

So on Wednesday, October 13th, I got married to Diana. Finally, after all this time, she and I are really together and we are very happy for it. We spent the past couple weeks preparing for our party and wedding reception and moving into our apartment. Everything is coming together very nicely and it's starting to look like a home. We had a bunch ( Read more... )

Nom.

That is all.

Life around here has gotten rather... well, for lack of a better word... precarious. There really is not very much here to cling to, which, due to my inability to find a clique in which I truly feel I fit in with AND contribute to, leads me to spending a large sum of my free time in solitude. Yes, I have friends. I have very good friends. Sometimes ( Read more... )

Borne from the ashes of my funeral pyre, I started again anew. I took flight like a phoenix one day, and I rid myself of this dysphoria.

This is the new me.

This is the glowing of the moonfire.

My philosophy in life is that I may die at any moment... The tragedy, I say to you, is that I don't.

If there is one person you can't stop thinking about, post this same exact sentence in your journal.

Every cry a wasted moment until another day is lost...

*sigh*

Diana wanted me to post this in my journal, she wanted to know what you all thought of it.

A garden. A garden of stones, a river of tears. A hall of mourning. Drapes of black vine that can shade your heart, and thorns of death to prick your soul. There is only death here. In all its beauty.

I want to post lyrics to this song but that would be so selfish of me. Sometimes I hate how other things relate to me when I am unable to put it in my own words. It makes me feel more useless than I already feel.