January 2012
6 posts
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The average American will eat 19 pounds of cereal...
sigh i guess that makes me very american. i probably have more than that.
lmao.
my heart gets heavy and sad.
i feel like im falling into bad old habits.
and i cant seem to stop.
i am so scared.
and i wish i had someone who would make it better.
Feet don’t fail me now Take me to the finish line All my heart, it breaks every step that I take But I’m hoping that the gates, They’ll tell me that you’re mine Walking through the city streets Is it by mistake or design? I feel so alone on a Friday night Can you make it feel like home, if I tell you you’re mine It’s like I told you honey Don’t make me...
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words you will never read.
the last time i cried you did everything you could, in your own awkward way to make me feel better.
this time you sat there ignoring me and eating your shredded chicken salad sandwich. just made me look even more like a total ass hole.
i was falling for you.
there was all this unspoken shit. and you were so amazing with me.
and you made me feel happy just to be around you.
and all of that...
December 2011
2 posts
November 2011
5 posts
Almost too much for my heart, When it rains,
Opened my eyes had a dream last night that both my arms were broken, Evening time, Help me now or hold me down, I feel my world is tumbling, Spiral down, Oh my love I can’t let go, Something’s wrong I can’t let go, Natures cruel she laughs at me, As I make my way through the century, As I slowly turn to house dust, Tumbling down, The rain comes down like a victory, In sheets of shining memory,...
October 2011
5 posts
apparently every relationship has an expiration date.
having to sit around and wait for it is just too fucked up.
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September 2011
3 posts
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June 2011
2 posts
you’re both breaking my heart and you apparently dont even give a shit.
there is going to be a point where things cant be fixed anymore.
but i guess it is none of your concern now is it.
where the fuck is my french bull dog.
at least thats one person who wont fuck me over.
May 2011
4 posts
so i just dont get it. either im fucking shit. or everyone is being fucking retarded.
so you can either fuck the hell off and stop being around me. or stop fucking taking out your anger on me. cause im mother fucking done.
go fuck yourselves.
thank you and goodbye.
i get it. you all have lives and it doesnt have to stop because im leaving.
but jesus fucking christ, i am leaving and we made plans.
and everyone keeps fucking bailing. why does every one think they can just keep bailing.
its just the same fucking bullshit in different places.
ok la, i get it. im disposable.
im leaving soon and everyone can just have it their way.
what fucking ever.
...
April 2011
5 posts
letters from kids to God.
crownedclown:
so you wake up alone and remember that alone is normal.
and then it hits you even harder than before.
why does everyone treat me like im disposable.
when did another person become disposable.
i mean i guess that was always the way it was.
but it just seems that things ought to have changed.
so many years have gone by but the situations still seem to be the same fucking stagnant...
what makes me so incredible unlovable?
seriously, if you have the answer, let me know.
cause i am at a complete fucking loss here.
March 2011
2 posts
February 2011
6 posts
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January 2011
9 posts
why do i feel so fucking wothless. all the time.
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i feel empty.
i miss having my people.
the first thing i did was return to old habits.
i need help.
i need spaaaccee.
i kinda cant wait.
why couldnt you be taller. and less annoying. mostly taller.
sigh. fail yet again.
now to break the news.
awwwwkkkkwaaarrdd.
work out at last. unfortunately going twice after nothing at all forever was a bad idea. everything is sooooorreee.
making more channa masala today. yumm.
i really want a muffin. ive been wanting one forever now.
that trip to san loco financially fucked me over man. sigh. people need to just come over so i can drink water and be cheap.
im also very sleepy. ive been working everyday now and the...
oh jeebus
why are they always either weird, ass holes, mind fuckers or wait…are you gay?
hmm.
thats it la.
im so done.
im just going to focus on my art, working out and getting an internship.
fuck having a relationship.
why is everything so full of shit.
more a statement than a question.
so first dates are shit. and so are men.
why is everything so difficult. cant just one fucking thing be easy.
urggghh. pegi mati la.
nothing else seems to make sense. not the art, not the thoughts, not the daily shit.
nothing.
and i dont understand why im constantly grappling in the dark.
shouldnt some of this get easier, or at least make sense as time...
November 2010
3 posts
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