in the end it's still a bad dream, and the all the good dreams were bought by the stars.

i realize now, it's never going to happen. you probably know what I'm talking about, but that really doesn't matter much. just this little note to say, i loved it and hated it, but i will go on in life. foods a waste of time, so is the supermarket. let's not go shopping and famine for weeks. we could be like movie stars. of course, that's how we'll end, prima donna, and a kick in the ass. show yourself off, or keep quiet, there is no in between. you can't be artistic without being emo, you can't have a lot of friends without being a snob.

i'm the nothing, the shadow in the corner of the room. your worst nightmare and your greatest love. the shoes that you never wear, because you don't like their dirt brown colour, or the face in the mirror telling themselves they need plastic surgery to fix that naturally beautiful look.


i'm there. just ignore me.

here's a song, for the broken hearts.

this dedicated to my other sides.


I had a dream - of the wide open prairie
I had a dream - of the pale morning sky
I had a dream - that we flew on golden wings
And we were the same - just the same - you and I
Follow your heart - little child of the west wind
Follow the voice - that's calling you home
Follow your dreams - but always, remember me
I am your brother - under the sun

We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one
My brother under the sun

Wherever you hear - the wind in the canyon
Wherever you see - the buffalo run
Wherever you go - I'll be there beside you
Cause you are my brother - my brother under the sun

We are like birds of a feather
We are two hearts joined together
We will be forever as one
My brother under the sun


brothers under the sun, by bryan adams

we'll sink them fast

You remember now, you remember you don't believe any of this, and still yet you go with it. What's up with that? Can't you stop being fake for one minute? Just let one dose of reality hit? Of course not, it wouldn't make sense, it wouldn't make the story the way it is. Jesus or a gun, take the gun, Jesus has enough fakes out to take his mark and use it as a shield. Of course, it's only a classic Fuel song, what would you care. No...I rip the sky from the ground. The window blows through the leaves like they are nothing. I can pretend to be blind. I could be deaf, but the point is I'm not, and I don't feel like acting for it either. So I will listen, I won't respond, I'll watch you drown, I won't respond. This captain goes down with the ship.

friends with benefits.

It's basically dating and cheating without the labels and the lies.

the calm during the storm

Thursday the Thirteenth. Cryptic. Like Tuesday the Tenth. Of course, that never happened, since it was the Eleventh. I remember calling it Eleventeen, and convincing my parents I was a teenager two years ahead. Those were the glory years. None of us cared about popularity, or love. Just getting through school being as obnoxious as possible, and running from cooties, as well as dodging Soccerballs, just to look awesome. Not to mention all the times I got smacked in the head with the ball. Of course, now things change, everyone wants to grow up faster. Slow Down, Sandy Town. It's not over yet. You still have time to grow up. Then comes Armageddon. Hope you're prepared. Angels come in both good and evil. Divided. There are no thirty choices, only two. Who's side are you on?

ghosts and an island.

let's get the moonlight right.

you know what, just shove it...

I don't care about how mad you are, your attitude is making me want to throw up. It seems i can't do anything anymore without it being wrong, even though you go and do that same thing. Backstabber. Get a grip, I don't care about your problems. I never did. That's the truth. Because really, I won't be listening anymore. I've had it. You want to bitch me out for leaving when I feel down, and then you leave because you're 'depressed' because some shitty racy girl can't keep her goddamned mouth shut. Just shut up. I don't care anymore, so don't tell me your problems. I'm not listening.

By they way, you're so far down in the dirt now, I think you dug up hell, your home.

the dragon loves the fire ; just as well he doesn't get burned...

it's dark. not the weather, not the songs i listen to, but the heart pumping in my chest. it's so full of hate it's disfigured like a lung on pot. i can't believe i am saying this, but for once i feel like i have absolutely nothing to console me. not even the things i've devoted my life to. not again, not this same feeling i get when i hate someone so bad, but i can't get rid of them.
it's alright, there is always someone else there to fill in the gap. it makes me sick to think about having that time where I was stuck right beside them in the car. it made me sick yesterday just to see how torn up he was with the way you treated him. you're tearing us apart, and it hurts more than anything. you've just decided to burn the flesh of that soul which could help others, now it just burns to kill whoever gets in its way. thank you for that. you like the way i'm pissed off when he treats me like a theif. how could you.
you're evil.
you're self-righteous.
if no one stops to help you, they are nothing.
you can't turn off the light yourself.
you make me or him do it. you bitch. you selfish cow.

Burn In Hell.