flip-flop ( Read more... )

you are a one line poem ( Read more... )

chelsea, read at least three times before responding. although, i'd rather you not ( Read more... )

i've hit the wall with an explosion,
while my insides cry out, crashing.
crass and loud interior.
an image of calm.
what i wanted is someone,
and this is not what i wanted.

i've always been there for you ( Read more... )

fuck.
missed my yearly "sure-thing" scholarship,
so now i'm pretty sure i won't be doing any
school this semester, which i'm sure will piss
someone here off a whole bunch.
i need money so bad, it's not even funny.
fuck.

you're still so fucking high school, it's almost ridiculous.

when did i become such a bitter asshole?

i'm slowly losing friends ( Read more... )

i haven't felt this way in awhile.
just a complete...heaviness.
i don't even know what caused it.
i'm just sad, and don't want to do
anything but lie in bed.

fuck this, seriously.
every reason to be happy,
but no, i feel dead.