"Sort things out". I should take this time to "sort things out". She knows how I am. All I did was ask her why she wanted to stay with me. She said that she cared about me, and... I still don't understand...to get out of the dorm for right now. Maybe I'll wander around until places open up for breakfast. To-do list: Order more medication Buy another sketchbook Figure-drawing practice Math homework
...countless needles– By thought for treason, Within, This archaic cadaver. Singing, Agony will crush me. Exhaustion– Wafting– Surrounds my body; Spirals the remains of consciousness– Let go. The water– Hypothermic– Swallows me, With absented struggle. I am still. With a greeting, Safe again. Entombed in morbid thought– Circling black smoke, thick. For all but ever, Rest; Stable– Unstable.
...a twisted person. Since I have more than just me in my head, my thoughts trail off wildly in different strands. it makes it hard to concentrate, and also makes me seem like I am... emotionally unstable. It is very confusing to people around me. I am pretty stable though. Trust me. Or not. Your choice, haha. Well. I know how to control myself, and them most of the time. it's times were my friends...
Title: I Need to Choke a Bitch Rating: PG... because. It's me. Warnings: Umm... You get to see how an unstable mind works? Summary: This is how most of my muses die. I need to clear out the morgue sometime soon, so I can have new ones. Carlson sat at his workstation, pushing buttons and pulling levers on the primitive recording device. The lever squeaked from overuse and the characters on the keys...
Britney Spears requests to use the bathroom. By that, I’m talking about a private, VIP bathroom. So this is when the havoc begins. You see, there is no private bathroom, and when the ex-pop queen learned...off now. This is the longest post yet, and all these pictures with Britney's neurotic vibe is not doing my soul any good, and it's making my brain crack. So hope you enjoyed it while it lasted.
who am I when I am standing on the ground when I am standing on unstable ground who am I when I am waiting for your call when I am calling you but just hang up I know this isn't easy, I know it's quite uneasy I know this turns you into a mess that needs cleaning But I cannot do this keeping anymore I need you to know the truth I need you to know the root where it began It might eat away at us...
I'm confident; yet speak harshly of me and I may doubt myself I'm brave; yet my heart is often filled with fear I'm happy; yet look deep into my eyes and you will see sorrow I'm honest; yet why do...innocent; yet there is no sin from which God would hold me blameless My entire exsistance is a contradiction. I portray the image I want others to percieve; yet deep inside my soul lays in ruins.
My family is in a financial rut. Point blank. We filed for bankrupcy. Dad lost his job. Mom is going insane. We're losing the house. And! We're moving to Louisville. To an apartment. Fuck. My. Life.
Analogy: You give your child a box of legos. Them all the same, but for the colours. There's 6 different colours of lego blocks. Then you build a little wall of legos. You tell your kid: you can extend...already by Smartsite's own content types. When you add your own fields, it doesn't matter when your kid adds a block of a 4th or 5th colour, and your wall will stay upright. So add your own fields
Analogy: You give your child a box of legos. Them all the same, but for the colours. There's 6 different colours of lego blocks. Then you build a little wall of legos. You tell your kid: you can extend...already by Smartsite's own content types. When you add your own fields, it doesn't matter when your kid adds a block of a 4th or 5th colour, and your wall will stay upright. So add your own fields
