Wow My friends journals, and everyones journals I probably will never get to read are so damn fucking amazing..you guys draw creativity from things in spades.
Mine are just like sheets of white paper, scribbled on with an invisible marker. I have so much I could say to you all but my thoughts lay buried somewhere deep in the back of my mind, incapable of spreading themselves out to form words. And I have lost my mind..or maybe my mind has left me..I dunno, I can't seem to remember anymore. Perhaps someone out there picked it up along the road. Please if you have seen it send it back to me..I want to remember again.
It seems the color has gone, bled through cracks on a broken floor. Pictures I used to once carry, now faded away..Experiences replaced by an empty life in a lonesome town. A town of my choosing; How do I long for big city nights again.
I have now nothing left of me to show you but an empty kindness. A kindness that cloaks the screaming boy trapped inside a sea of pain. The screaming is starting to seep through now..and it is affecting that kindness.
I fear kindness will turn to almost certain sorrow, if nothing changes soon. My worst fear will be realized..My life will cease to exist; The wheel of fate will have finally taken it's last rotation..It will spin no more.
At last all will be complete and I will finally be able to rest my weary head again. But I will never rest, I will only walk on..walking as nothing, waiting for nothingness. I've let life play me like a puppet for all these lonely years. Please wont you hand me some scissors, I wish to cut my strings.
No I am alright now, all is as it should be..How is your day?
Mine are just like sheets of white paper, scribbled on with an invisible marker. I have so much I could say to you all but my thoughts lay buried somewhere deep in the back of my mind, incapable of spreading themselves out to form words. And I have lost my mind..or maybe my mind has left me..I dunno, I can't seem to remember anymore. Perhaps someone out there picked it up along the road. Please if you have seen it send it back to me..I want to remember again.
It seems the color has gone, bled through cracks on a broken floor. Pictures I used to once carry, now faded away..Experiences replaced by an empty life in a lonesome town. A town of my choosing; How do I long for big city nights again.
I have now nothing left of me to show you but an empty kindness. A kindness that cloaks the screaming boy trapped inside a sea of pain. The screaming is starting to seep through now..and it is affecting that kindness.
I fear kindness will turn to almost certain sorrow, if nothing changes soon. My worst fear will be realized..My life will cease to exist; The wheel of fate will have finally taken it's last rotation..It will spin no more.
At last all will be complete and I will finally be able to rest my weary head again. But I will never rest, I will only walk on..walking as nothing, waiting for nothingness. I've let life play me like a puppet for all these lonely years. Please wont you hand me some scissors, I wish to cut my strings.
No I am alright now, all is as it should be..How is your day?
kid_suicide:
i got a chocobo tattooed on my leg so ya i say i am a ff through and through
sarahjane:
Omg! I got the package yesterday! Thank you soooo much! I watched aqua teen while I babysat. It was funny because the kids are at the age where they repeat everything, so I dont think it was the most responsible thing for me to have done. Hah! Oh well. Going to buy my alk 3 tickets today after I see if my brother is going with me!!! 