April 2011
23 posts
1 tag
1 tag
she’s deleted her facebook again.
I kind of just want to scream at her
I kind of just want to tell her how I feel
I kind of just want to ask her why she’s avoiding me
I kind of just want to see her again
I kind of just want to go to bed
emmaisaninja asked: Hey now.
You don't have to have it all figured out and everything in your life in order.
Grades, homework, jobs... you're more than that. You're more than the lack of that.
I don't think you're a failure.
To fail is to not live. To not experience the world. To not love. To not hurt.
Just living, breathing, loving, feeling,...
You don't have to have it all figured out and everything in your life in order.
Grades, homework, jobs... you're more than that. You're more than the lack of that.
I don't think you're a failure.
To fail is to not live. To not experience the world. To not love. To not hurt.
Just living, breathing, loving, feeling,...
So, I called home as I am apt to do on a semiweekly basis
And every second of the twenty-two minute call was a reminder of how much of a disgrace I am
A list of the things that a normal human being would be expected to do
like write letters
and look for a job
and sign up for class next semester
and do homework
and pass my classes
And not a single thing on the list has been done.
So...
I hold in my hand a bottle of 91% isopropyl alcohol, which I bought on Sunday to help heal the scrapes on my leg. It’s a 16 oz bottle, and I’ve probably used an eighth of it over the course of the week.
The internet tells me that the lethal dose of isopropyl in humans is estimated at about 8.5 oz.
I’m supposed to go home tomorrow night. By 10 or 11 o’ clock, my...
I’m not a good person.
If I were, I’d be happy.
I love you, James Franco.
Clarity
I’d hoped that all my troubles were just blessings in disguise I’d dreamed the silver lining was the clearing of the skies But all that changed inside me was the bitterness I’d grown And deeper fear I’d have to live my life all on my own
I bore the scars of sorrow that I never thought to hide The scars that reappeared when demons chased me deep inside The road back from the brink isn’t the...
She’s no longer coming to CSU.
I’m putting the thought out of my mind.
ain’t she a beauty
I am so lucky.