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[Nov. 2nd, 2005|01:30 pm] |
there is always a part that angers more.
there is always a part that disagrees with the rest.
there is always a part that grieves more.
there is always a pain that will sicken me to death.
you are that pain.
you are that loss.
you are that alone.
you will never be what you want to be.
and that is all you have to live with. |
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| #20 |
[Sep. 2nd, 2004|01:27 pm] |
well. this is me. falling. again.
why do i try when i know that nothing good can possibly come out of it.
why do i try to be something that i am not.
why do u even bother with me?
why do u stay with me?
im not good enough for either of you.
i dont deserve to have you by my side. |
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| #19 |
[Aug. 23rd, 2004|09:00 pm] |
if everything could ever feel this real forever
if anything could ever be this good again
if only you could feel my pain.
if only you could understand. |
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| #18 |
[Aug. 10th, 2004|10:56 pm] |
i somehow always seem to fuck up in some sort of way.
and when i do, it almost always affects you somehow. |
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| #17 |
[Jul. 27th, 2004|03:40 pm] |
i dont have anything anymore.
no reason.
no purpose.
no thoughts.
no feelings.
i have been erased of everything i once knew.
why did you do this to me? |
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| #16 |
[Jul. 21st, 2004|12:32 am] |
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this life was so much easier when i didnt know you. |
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| #15 |
[Jul. 17th, 2004|07:38 am] |
"I lay strewn across the floor, can't solve this puzzle
Everyday another small piece can't be found
I lay strewn across the floor, pieced up in sorrow
The pieces are lost, these pieces don't fit
Pieced together incomplete and empty"
separation? wanted
exsanguination? felt
completion? needed |
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| #14 |
[Jul. 13th, 2004|09:58 am] |
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stolen. lost, same thing. i dont see too much of a difference, do you? |
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| #13 |
[Jun. 30th, 2004|09:02 am] |
"as darkness touches the light, we die in misery tonight."
its gone. all gone. literally. the beautiful roaring which i used to hear has fled. it is now under the control of new feet and new hands. one of the things i care about most has left the building. |
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| #12 |
[Jun. 28th, 2004|10:10 pm] |
"misery loves company"
yes. i think that says it well. |
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| #11 |
[Jun. 26th, 2004|08:37 pm] |
random:
money is a waste of time.
time is a waste of importance.
importance is a waste of priorities.
priorities are a waste of life.
life is a waste in general. |
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| #10 |
[Jun. 25th, 2004|02:49 am] |
decisions. decisions.
tell him:
-could take it the wrong way. get pissed. never talk to me again.
-could be understanding. get over it. move on.
not tell him:
-might find out from someone else. say f*** you.
-continue letting things continue as if it never happened.
some much easier said than done. |
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| #9 |
[Jun. 22nd, 2004|12:05 am] |
why is everything so fucked?
this is bullshit. this life is bullshit.
this world is bullshit. fuck this. fuck everything.
fuck my purpose. fuck my life.
i am pointless and a waste.
so why bother? just fuck it.
this place is fucked. |
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| #8 |
[Jun. 20th, 2004|10:39 pm] |
fire. stall. crash. burn.
disintegrate. diminish. deplete. |
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| #7 |
[Jun. 20th, 2004|02:39 am] |
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Wait, what are we talking about?! We decided?! My best interest?! How can you know, how can you say what my best interest is? What are you trying to say? I'm crazy? When I went to your schools, I went to your churches, I went to your institutional learning facilities. So how can you say that I'm crazy? |
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| #6 |
[Jun. 18th, 2004|09:08 pm] |
shit. nothing but shit. shit and a half.
yes. nothing new but gettin stung. (poor boom)
oh well, sucks for. good thing it wasnt me.
ya thats it. another shitty ass day. fuck. |
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| #5 |
[Jun. 16th, 2004|10:36 pm] |
too far. too late.
the shame. the blame.
our hate. our fate. |
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| #4 |
[Jun. 14th, 2004|09:02 pm] |
you dont want me
you dont need me
what is the point of me
fuck this and fuck you! |
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| #3 |
[Jun. 14th, 2004|08:43 pm] |
the reasons that i have for not doin anything about these thoughts
1. boom (the one and only)
2. my new toy (car)
3. my guitars
4. my music |
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| #2 |
[Jun. 13th, 2004|09:38 pm] |
statement: there is no real meaning to this life that i live.
if there is no meaning, there are no feelings.
if there is no feeling, there are no thoughts.
if there are no thoughts, there is no mind.
if there is no mind, there is no point. |
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