your secrets are safe with me.
rough winds shake the darling buds of may.Thursday, August 28, 2008
why do you continually do this to her
to punish or what
cux seriously i don't get you
and you seriously shouldn't get to have her
to punish or what
cux seriously i don't get you
and you seriously shouldn't get to have her
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
im going to stop bitching already, dont see any point, don't learn anything from it and have vented enough anger for the past few weeks.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
i am very worried for myself. really really worried.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Don't freaking give me that accusing tone when i should be the one scolding you for not doing your job.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
OMGOMGOMGOMG
you are bloody selfish and i hope i dont have to pick up the pieces
you are bloody selfish and i hope i dont have to pick up the pieces
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
intrigued,
can't open you up.
never heard from you,
i think i'll leave.
i could get used to this,
but this is the furthest it gets.
anymore and it's too close for comfort.
hmmmmmm.
can't open you up.
never heard from you,
i think i'll leave.
i could get used to this,
but this is the furthest it gets.
anymore and it's too close for comfort.
hmmmmmm.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
not having enough sleep definitely creates havoc to your brains
Friday, August 15, 2008
im tired. finally.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
ARGH.
Thursday, August 07, 2008
i think.
there's a point where the blood bleeds dry.
and there's nothing left, for more bleeding, or for salvaging.
if there's such a point, this is it.
and this is the point where all good and bad things come to a standstill. the good stops being better, and the bad stops being worse. it's like a state of inert and i don't know if im looking for more trouble, or i just want things to be better again.
there's a point where the blood bleeds dry.
and there's nothing left, for more bleeding, or for salvaging.
if there's such a point, this is it.
and this is the point where all good and bad things come to a standstill. the good stops being better, and the bad stops being worse. it's like a state of inert and i don't know if im looking for more trouble, or i just want things to be better again.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
things that leave a black sludge of tar on your canvass
scarring
tragic.
scarring
tragic.
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