sgt. pepper and the.....
July 02, 2004-10:50 pm

there is never anything to say. today was like any other day, i woke up, i talked to you, i didnt save my money - i bought fast food for me AND kristin AND dallas instead, i went to work, i ate more fast food, i came home, and here i am.

just like every other day.

im running out of excuses, i dont know what to tell myself anymore.

funny how i long to be in your arms when i dont have you around. (and when you are around, well, you know)

its raining and i can hear the cars driving through the wet streets. it feels like i should be out there, breathing in the cold, fresh air, just to clear my head a little, but ill be going to bed in a few minutes instead. i need to start writing again, the last time i wrote in my journal was saturday and since then i feel....strange, full of crap i need to get out.

life is a hassle and i dont have the courage to talk to cindy yet.

[oh romeo give me a chance]

suicide - October 13, 2016
i wish i was dead - October 13, 2016
i could have written more, but you dont know what to listen for - October 12, 2016
ctrl+heartbeat - October 11, 2016
i dont even care - October 08, 2016


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