Sunday, December 5, 2010
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I FUCKING DONT CARE EVERYONE HATES ME I KNOW I'M SO HORRIBLE I'M A HORRIBLE FRIEND JUST LEAVE ME ALONE AND LEAVE ME OUT OF THIS I CAN'T DEAL WITH DRAMA AND I HATE WHEN MY FRIENDS HATE EACHOTHER AND THIS IS JUST BULLSHIT ALL OF THIS IS BULLSHIT AND I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT CARE I DONT I DONT I DONT I DONT I DONT
FUCK EVERYONE
Friday, December 3, 2010
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Dear Kaelie, (what I really wanted to say, but didn't have the guts)
I'm sorry I'm weak and that I can't say it in real life. I'm stupid like that. But really, what I've been trying to tell you for the 40 minutes we've been talking is, "remember the last time I went over your house? yeah, the day before that, I cut myself."
But I can't tell you that, because the words won't come out. I'll start crying. I'm hiding it beneath layers of my pride. I think you know that I did it, but I can't tell you. Ugh, Kaelie. It hurts really bad. You're sleeping now. I'm going to go upstairs, pee, and cry, and type this.
I couldn't think upstairs.
I can't even remember why I cut myself. My mom fell or something...or maybe I just felt lonely. I wanted attention? I don't know. I was going to tell you that I did it that night I went over, but I couldn't. And it's weird that I still can't. I don't know if I'll be able to tell anyone, really.
It really hurts.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
my mom asked me if i was depressed
maybe i am. but so what? why does it matter? i have other things to worry about. i can't go through that again.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Lately I've been wishing I had one desire,
Something that would make me never want another,
Something that would make it so that nothing matters,
All would be clearer then
But I guess I'll have to settle for a few brief moments,
And watch it all dissolve into a single second,
And try to write it down into a perfect sonnet,
Or one foolish line
'Cause that's all that you'll get,
So you'll have to accept,
You are here ,
Then you're gone
I believe that lovers should be tied together,
Thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather,
Left there to drown,
Left there to drown in their innocence
But as for me I'm coming to the final chapter,
I've read all of the pages and there's still no answer,
The only words before I know will soon come after,
It’s the only way it can be.
So I stand in the sun,
And I breathe with my lungs,
Trying to spare me the weight of the truth,
Seeing everything you've ever seen was just a mirror,
Spend your whole life sweating in an endless fever,
Laying in a bathtub full of freezing water,
Wishing you were a ghost
But once you knew a girl and you named her Lover,
And danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summers
But autumn came,
She disappeared,
You can't remember
Where she said she was going to
But you know that she's gone,
'Cause she left you a song,
That you don't wanna sing
Something that would make me never want another,
Something that would make it so that nothing matters,
All would be clearer then
But I guess I'll have to settle for a few brief moments,
And watch it all dissolve into a single second,
And try to write it down into a perfect sonnet,
Or one foolish line
'Cause that's all that you'll get,
So you'll have to accept,
You are here ,
Then you're gone
I believe that lovers should be tied together,
Thrown into the ocean in the worst of weather,
Left there to drown,
Left there to drown in their innocence
But as for me I'm coming to the final chapter,
I've read all of the pages and there's still no answer,
The only words before I know will soon come after,
It’s the only way it can be.
So I stand in the sun,
And I breathe with my lungs,
Trying to spare me the weight of the truth,
Seeing everything you've ever seen was just a mirror,
Spend your whole life sweating in an endless fever,
Laying in a bathtub full of freezing water,
Wishing you were a ghost
But once you knew a girl and you named her Lover,
And danced with her in kitchens through the greenest summers
But autumn came,
She disappeared,
You can't remember
Where she said she was going to
But you know that she's gone,
'Cause she left you a song,
That you don't wanna sing
Singing; I believe that lovers should be chained together,
Thrown into a fire with their songs and letters,
And left there to burn,
Left there to burn in their arrogance
But as for me I'm coming to my final failure,
I've killed myself with changes trying to make things better,
But still ended up becoming something other,
Than what I had planned to be
Thrown into a fire with their songs and letters,
And left there to burn,
Left there to burn in their arrogance
But as for me I'm coming to my final failure,
I've killed myself with changes trying to make things better,
But still ended up becoming something other,
Than what I had planned to be
Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers,
And laid entwined together on a bed of clover,
And left there to sleep,
Left there to dream of their happiness.
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