September 2010
i’m giving myself about a year, maybe two, to really see if being here is what i want.
August 2010
what eats at our insides.
it’s all in my head, if you want, you can look inside.
there’s nothing but red and all the mess i’ve been.
it’s all in the way i say what i don’t mean, and mean what i don’t.
i’m so annoyed with everything i can’t edit photos.
wonderful.
i’d use my mac as a punching bag.
grrr..
lousy truth.
it’s funny,
when someone tells you a promise,
then they break it.
it’s also funny,
how one thought can change how you completely feel.
oh, oh,
that’s the lousy truth.
Look to the Eastern Sky
what disasters may come, whatever it may be, at the end of the age, it will land you and me. what tragedy may bring, whatever may fall, at the end of the world, you’ll still belong.
i've lost.
it’s a shame that I would pretend, before making amends. it’s a shame that I can’t. but nothing you’ve ever planned on, ever turned out… but nothing you’ve ever planned on, ever turned out the way you planned.
you’re still disappointing them. you’re still disappointing.
don’t you leave. i’ll build us a flying machine.
and we’ll go where you want, we’ll sail the seven seas.
don’t you leave.
Listen
i wish i had a mango tree.
i love typing a novel on here, re-reading it, realizing i’m crazy, then deleting it.
listen to it.
love it.
