| The Fray. |
[Aug. 18th, 2006|10:46 pm] |
and suddenly i become a part of your past.
i'm becoming the part that don't last.
i'm losing you and it's effortless.
without a sound we lose sight of the ground,
in the throw around.
never thought that you wanted to bring it down.
i won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves. |
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| Help. |
[Jul. 31st, 2006|11:14 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Hell. | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  crappy | ] |
| [ | Dance |
| | Action, Action. | ] |
UGHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fucking strong of Chiwawa boys. I thought this was be fun. -- Even Griff said, my shit's too complicated. And I told him that, for once in my life I have to do something on my own. But I can't. I need help so bad. |
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| Oh lord. |
[Jul. 25th, 2006|07:06 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Hell? | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  irritated | ] |
| [ | Dance |
| | My song apparently? | ] |
Parents compleatly heard the song. Shut up, shut up, shut up. I can't go about this. |
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| I wish... |
[Jul. 23rd, 2006|11:47 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | House. | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | lonely | ] |
| [ | Dance |
| | Postal Service - Clark Gable. | ] |
I wish everyone would stop asking questions. Let me be. Please, just let me be. I'm alive. I feel. I'm human. Goodnight.
note to self: you lose.
fate is an elegant, cold-hearted whore.
she loves salting my wounds.
yes, she enjoys nothing more.
i bleed confidence from deep within my guts now.
oh, i'm scared to death to find out what you think of me.
and i want so badly to believe that there is truth and love is real.
and i want life in every word, to the extent that it's obsured. |
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| Best. |
[Jul. 20th, 2006|07:31 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Raaaaaaaa! Home. | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| |  confused | ] |
| [ | Dance |
| | Justin Timberlake. | ] |
I miss my best friend.
Let's make it through?
Please. |
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| Respect and forgivness. |
[Jul. 19th, 2006|03:50 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | Distant. | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | I'm dieing. | ] |
| [ | Dance |
| | Say Anything - I want to know your plans. | ] |
God. It feel so good to be sane. I adore being able to do anything around those ppl. Be naked, laugh at anything, say anything... whatever. But it's nice to just sit down with your own thoughts. I can't live like they do. I need something more stable in my life. This is getting harder... to keep myself stable that is. I lied to myself and I made a mistake. I said wrong names, I fell in and out of a trance and I woke up looking for someone else. These drinks are too hard and so is every fucking bed. Even if they really are top notch-high end beds. It's too hot for all of this. I just need to go somewhere and someone, anyone who is REAL. Someone new. Someone who feels pain and dosn't hide behind drinks or herbs or whatever it may be. I need to be held by someone who's heart I can feel pounding so hard it might just break through to mine. I need someone bigger, stronger and better than myself. I need a pen and paper. I need a blanket and a hand. I need real food. Fruit. Veggies. I need clean clothes and a clean house. I need the beach. I need a thunder storm and a sunset. To be sang to. I need sanity in my life for longer than a few hours. No more joking around. Maybe even silence. I can't keep going on like this. I need something bigger right now. I can't sleep. I can't dream right. I can't eat correctly. I can't think. I want to sleep again. I just want to fucking sleep again. I want to be okay. I don't want to be left alone, but I do. I'm so lost, but I know what I want. |
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