Devious Journal Entryi lost it
and honestly, now i'm at the point where i wish i could just stop feeling altogether.
but just let the record show
that every minute of those ten months
was worth it.
relflectionI stand in front of the mirror, staring at how my facerelflection
began morphing and twisting again, the image fractured and shattered. Fitting i guess, since thats how my insides felt, too.
Before I broke it,
my image did not match me, Displaying me as this whole,
complete person. So, with one hard, rock-solid throw of my fist, the glass so easily became fractured and shattered, but did not fall, inkling to my floor.
I plucked one from where it was held, pressed it to my wrist, my face pictured in it. Causing pain was the only thing i was good at.
Rose
In Bloom
growthmade of bricks.i needed answers, some kind of notificationmade of bricks.
that everything was alright. so i turned to meet your eyes but all i got was a flatline; a dead end turnaround. thanks for the load of shit, have a nice day. you know precisely how to fall but you haven't a clue how to get back up. so i bade you goodbye and left you lying in your own mess of a life. [i don't regret it one bit.]
i may be strong, but i'm not made of bricks, you know.
fuck searching for something new. what's wrong with losing yourself, if what you
take a rest
Anxious
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No medication can cure the lust... so say a prayer for the sickly
'cause she belongs to heaven
I read you're journal entry thingy,
I must agree with a lot of the things you say about always wanting to be better, and not looking for popularity, just wanting to improve and produce something worthwhile.
I share those feelings with my own work.
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(:
..hi jill.
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not anyone can be what they want to be
sorry if i don't live up to what you need.
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