im sorry about your friend
its too hard to care for others, so i can understand if you have actually been avoiding me.. even if you say you havent. i still miss you.
mr. pants has cancer. a really aggressive awful cancer that does horrible things to the body, suffering all over being the main problem. the prognoses isn't good.
if you're thinking about asking questions, don't. i can't talk about it any more than i already have.
Im so sorry you are having a rough time right now! i wish I could tell u I understand but I dont all I can say is I feel for you, my baby was sick too with a bad sickness and I thought we would lose him....it was so hard, and I hope you dont stay bitter forever I would miss you!!!
so, if i disappear, for a while, like, longer than usual, there's about a 99.9...% chance i'm going to be going to jail again for a while, sooner than later. for like the fifth time, it will be a glaring example of injustice. even though i've been clean for like a year, made or got in absolutely no trouble, save the... Read More
back to the real world, where you can trust no one
the sounds of your sneakers on broken glass
and the steady thump of fists on flesh and bone
make up the beat that is the soundtrack to our lives
the smell of pepper spray and bloody noses
and the scream of sirens and flashing lights
creating the ambiance
EDIT:::
on top of that earlier lighter fare i posted, i would also like to post something else, lighter than i'm typically capable of...
i've just remembered what it's like, to love, unconditionally, even after being neglected, abused, used,abandoned, and otherwise broken into little bits not fit for human existence, i'm still in love, madly, for all the right reasons, and from all the right... Read More
"We have stolen glass vials and powers and acids fro nte Home of the Scholars. now we sit in the tunnel for three hours each night and we study. We melt strange metals, and we mix acids, we cut open bodies of animals which we find in the City Cesspool.....Tomorrow, in the full light of day, we shall take our box, and leave our tunnel open, and walk thorugh the streets to the Home of the Scholars. We shall put before them the greatest gift ever offered to men. We shall tell them the trught. We shall hand to them, as our confession, ehese pages we have written. We shall join our hands to theirs, and we shall work together, with the power of the sky, for the glory of mankind. our blessing upon you, our borthers!
its too hard to care for others, so i can understand if you have actually been avoiding me.. even if you say you havent. i still miss you.