the light on your window ledge

i am quite possibly thinking of starting over.
im also only smart because you are the lowest of levels.
im sick of all these entries being about you actually. stop fuelling my fire, so to speak.

i love these conversations because they give me ideas for comebacks to the worst person i can think of right now.
our wit is nicely balanced.
and you're right on most things.
we are also both invisible and hate the thinsg that life deals us.

i think this is one of the worst times ive been at.
dont worry kids, ill cheer up soon.

'when im in bed i think about life and death. neither sound too appealing'
'i am the poison in your brain, you just dont see it yet'

'we cant both have her, lady'

hey there dirtbag. springs started and summer may just be round the corner.
i want to spend my summers with everyone who cares, but its not that easy.

chronicles of a bohemian teenager

you only get this close with my lack of punctuation and grammer.

you will love the ideas i have mapped out

life

he is the only friend you've got. if thats what you could call a friend

curiosity of old crows

deleted the last entry because it didnt feel so right
words dont come as easy as you
i wrote your name on the wall of my house and then watched it burn down
the smell of gasoline and ash is ten times better than us

physics never mattered to you, so why am i thinking about chemical reactions everytime i hear your name?

perhaps

i was born with curiosity of that of old crows
saying I'm a mess right now is putting it lately
i hate being taken for a ride
not the car kind, i like to waste my time in a car, going somewhere where it wont make a difference.
i think i got my wires crossed or something
its strange how i want to believe its him
oh dear
sitbacktakeaminutebreathgetangrythinkhardandforget

you only the beautiful in car crashes and the dark

i wonder how he hits

i think you should really let me make my own choices. I hate you sometimes.

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and you, i wish you didnt believe every word.
it hurts to lie to you.
but it hurts more if i dont.


i wish i ment it when i say sorry

times like these remind me

nothing happens when im awake
the action happens at night
everything happens when its dark
cities come alive.


dont you think its weird that when you're asleep, late at night, that people all the way across the world are doing something that could possibly changed peoples views and help people.
it makes you realise how small you actually are.

i wasnt born to be a skeleton

only half of you could imagine what its like to be the other person.
you say that i couldnt walk a mile in your shoes.
no i cant. i dont like blisters and i wouldnt wear something that tacky.

everybody gets their way if they try
am i the only one to blame?
things have changed for us. things will always hurt in a way that is different than everyone else hurt and heartbreak

im not gonna be sad when i live this one horse town.
never will i miss you
everybody gets their way