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white.

[03 Jan 2006|02:25pm]
it is coming..



the language of birds.

white.

[28 Dec 2005|12:40pm]
my turtle died this morning and i've only had it for a couple months. :(






R.I.P little turtle.

white.

[21 Nov 2005|08:31pm]
Right now, I'm feeling like I'm going to implode. The funny thing about 'promises' is that they're always harder to keep when they start as secrets. I'm feeling that like minded people have a mutual need to coarse against the grain. If you've never felt so anxious and upset that your chest cavity feels like its been filled with water and instantly freezes, leaving your lungs in full extension, trapped in a catatonic state, caught... Then imagine this. The love of your life. Her Mother telling you you're breaking up their family. You're embarrassing them by your life's work. You're not good enough for her daughter. You don't look like the type of man she belongs with. You're pants are too tight, people can see your penis. You're choice of lifestyle is disturbing, and you're not helping anyone. You're selfish. You're not righteous, and you're damned. Imagine if I was Jewish or Buddhist... At this point I wish I was out of spite.
Well, if being in love isn't enough, thy will be Damned.

Remember that movie we saw together? The one with the token hard-ass cynic, busting everyone's ass and patting themselves on the back, all the while feeling alone and yearning for something to fill the void? Scapegoat comes to mind.
After this evening, I've concluded...

The only thing worse for you than you is me.

white.

[08 Nov 2005|04:39pm]
hold you run away let the sunset bleed through

stress line when it breaks i'll be the first one to get mine

thank you for all the pain that you put me through

and you just stare beautiful room

what could i say? what could i do?

it's my fault i'm sorry without you i can't breathe.

white.

[13 Apr 2005|05:01pm]
Thought I ran onto you down on the street
Then it turned out only to be a dream
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and took a different path
I remember the face
But I cant recall the name
Now I wonder how whatsername has been

Seem s that she disappeared with out a trace
did she ever marry old what's his face
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and took a different path
I remember the face
But I cant recall the name
Now I wonder how whatsername has been

Remember, whatever
It seems like forever ago
Remember, whatever
It seems like forever ago
The regrets are useless
In my mind
She's in my head
I must confess
The regrets are useless
She's in my head
From so long ago


And in the darkest
If my memory serves me right
I'll never turn back time

Forgetting you, but not the time

white.

[21 Apr 2004|08:00pm]
6th month anniversary of his passing.

white.

[01 Apr 2004|09:44pm]
sluts suck.



chicago here i come.

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