Idealism has left me ( Read more... )

Somebody help me...

I have to adapt... Idealism is for the weak, it has its purpose but i can't live like that anymore. I need to move on, if I wait for someone to help me I'll never get anywhere. No matter how tired I am, how much I wish to just lay my head down somewhere for once and sleep, its just a dream and it would never work. The honest truth is I have been ( Read more... )

Today I passed a funeral home, and I wondered to myself what all the fuss was about. I mean what the hell does anyone care about death, its somethign that has to happen, something required for the natural progression of the human species. Its just something that has to be done. Thats all for now I guess...

I am giving her something, I know I am. Or else she wouldn't be seeking it. It means everything to me that I can just be there by her side. I just want to stay there forever. When I am around her I just feel like no matter how things turn out it will be ok in the end. I just feel inraptured with her. I know this moment may be one of those fleeting ( Read more... )

I am definatly more in control today then I have been in a long while and that makes me happy. I'm not going off the deep end anymore. But it still bothers me whats happening to her. If you know you understand if you don't just leave it alone. I love her so much and she has such a beautiful soul... she doesn't deserve this. I wish I could take this ( Read more... )

Yeah I'm up late again. I can't sleep again. The whole cycle is starting over agian
which doesn't even make sense. Huuuuu... Maybe one day.

I'm sitting in Mr. Robies room again. Listening to Requiem for a Dream music again. Depressed again. I've never connected with anyone like that. Now my pain my fears that I gave away that I left that I forsake for a chance to be happy again, they all come back at me stronger for the proof this situation has supplied them. Who am I even. Who is ( Read more... )

I never asked to be born,
so why exactly am I here.
What crime did I commit,
I ask myself in the mirror.
Being sentenced to live,
Until I die in fear.
This is my sole burden,
having none to draw near.

Thus begins the cronicles of a has been.