| (no subject) |
[Mar. 9th, 2007|05:08 pm] |
I like reading livejournal
because once you read all the way down to the middle of the page
you already know whats going to happen. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Feb. 5th, 2007|04:41 pm] |
I dont want you to love me.
just remember me. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Jan. 7th, 2007|12:21 am] |
|
ohhhh its time to let it go. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Dec. 28th, 2006|09:07 pm] |
flatulence
synonyms: Fart, assfart, rectal explosion, BUTT BURP.
LOL. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Dec. 5th, 2006|06:54 pm] |
I lay my head back down.
and lift my hands up to pray.
counting down the hours
of my dying day.
leaving livejournal for a while.. be back some day. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Dec. 3rd, 2006|12:06 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | hell. [dad's coughcough.] | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  confused anxious bipolar sad. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Until the day I die - Story of the Year | ] |
until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
my hands around your throat
I think I hate you. |
|
|
| b.u.t w.h.e.r.e's y.o.u.r h.e.a.r.t? I am not afraid to keep on living. |
[Nov. 22nd, 2006|07:19 pm] |
do you ever find yourself noticing that your life is like a storybook and all the events around you just happen and are being recorded by little faries that will report it to God when you meet him. God will stare at you in disbelief.
"Son, stop those tears. There was nothing you could do, innocence is the escape that want to deny. Them there, down there, living, breathing, hoping, praying, looking up to no one, actually is. There was once a person never noticed down there, but forever remembered up here. So shut your eyes sleep, its okay, the morning will come, young one. The hardest part of this is fergetting all of your dreams and third worlds."
Sometimes I see flames, sometimes I see people in love dying, like its gripping my throat... keeping me from pressing that button. That button that forgave and saved, the button that never let down and always braved. They're like tremors, or worst than tremors, more like terrors. Undeserving of the sympathy of the song that weaps for the hurt heart.
In the end it doesn't even matter, you come into this world with one person; hallelujah, and leave the world by yourself; death. I can't even wake up, becuase the lonelness is thick as the sight of fog but light as the touch. I walk down an abandoned alliway and feel crowded and claustophbic. Silence will bring on the noise and abandonment gives the opertunity of dark thoughts.
oh . . . you're just a said song with nothing to say. |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 21st, 2006|07:10 pm] |
I think what I'm about to try to attempt is wrong. and horrid. but I'm going to try anyways.
. . . |
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 8th, 2006|06:02 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blah | ] |
it hurts when the one you like thinks you're not creative enough.
I'm sad. and really could give a fuck about Pembroke Academy.
|
|
|
| (no subject) |
[Nov. 3rd, 2006|06:11 pm] |
I truely love you.
bastard. bitch. dick. cunt. |
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1){kind=small}
h_e_a_t_e_r's journal
poetic && an acoustic guitar.