Archive for April, 2012

Glass houses.

I’m losing it, bit by bit.


When you love someone it should matter, it should make a difference, but it doesn’t. It doesn’t change a damn fucking thing. 

Why am I here? Why are you here, dear reader? 


I’m not sure if i get the joke, the punchline makes little to no sense. Stagnant. 


Today was supposed to be a good day. 


Almost lost.

I’m trying to write about today, but I can’t, the words stick. Instead I will say this simply and elaborate later: I love you and I’m glad you’re okay, I don’t know what I would’ve done if the outcome was different. Everything else seems so insignificant now and I’m sorry. 

air conditioning is king.

man, I hope it wasn’t me that broke that necklace. The necklace of…who I ‘m going to refer to as “ugly rhianna” on the bad girls club: Las Vegas. Don’t ask, please. you don’t want to know anyway, trust me. 

I don’t know what to make of anything anymore and it’s quite frustrating. 

What are you doing?

you and you and you and you. Fuck. Is there nothing better for the three or four of you to do then mess with my head? No, that’s not fair.

It’s me messing with my head. 

Me wanting to believe things are the way I want to be.

I have a hard time accepting things, I have to deal with that and unfortunately so do you.

Quit trying then, if it’s so hard and not worth it. But then move on. Really move on, don’t just tell yourself and I lies like “you have”. 

You never learn.


Either do you.


Either do I.


Dramatic spaces.

It’s funny how often people forget or don’t realize or just plain don’t care about the empty space, it’s just as important as the filled. 


huh. Maybe I don’t even. As empty as I seem…words for my own thoughts, i suppose.


I like it here.


I wish I could stay.


I wish a lot.





So, she’s slowly tracking down the girl who broke her necklace, just an update on what you shouldn’t ask about. Shit’s about to get real.




Shit is now real.Drunk bitches.



Anyway, today went the exact opposite of how I thought it would, you’d think I’d get used to it.




think I’m done for now.



creature feature and a puppy on my head.

we are of flesh and bone. liquid. easily disposed of. more easily forgotten. 

i find it anything but humorous that we only appreciate what we’ve lost. 

being perpetually lost doesn’t gain you the appreciation you seek, though. life’s fucking hilarious.  


I miss you. 

I miss you. 

I miss you.


I have ruined much in this short amount of time and I plan on destroying much, much more. 


“He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster for if you gaze for long into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.” – Friedrich Nietzsche