I've tried to write a million songs for you, but I can never get the melody just right.
August 16th 3:53 am
I am such a different person in my head when I'm asleep.
September 8th 11:43 pm
I spend all of my days dreaming of the freedom by the sea.
September 8th 11:47 pm
The only art I'm in love with is the art that doesn't make any sense.
October 6th 12:03 am
Things you'll never understand: The way my stomach feels sick like throwing up every time I leave my bedroom.
October 6th 12:12 am
Sometimes I feel too much & sometimes I feel nothing at all & sometimes I need to bleed because it's the only way I know how to get everything out.
October 6th 12:15 am
Toss my head over the sink and puke my half-rotted guts out, purging my body of all it's demons. Holding back strands of colored hair , I feel weak & fragile & desperate, but for a little while I'm reminded that I'm still human and deep down I think I've found myself again.
October 6th 12:18 am
Whenever I'm here I feel like all I'm doing is drifting, and I fear you've fallen so in love with what is just a watered down version of the real me.
October 7th 10:33 am
I find it necessary, sometimes, to simply sit and brew some tea, listen to an old screamo CD, light a cigarette, and read a some Bukowski poems about fucking girls and placing bets. Call me crazy, but this is my cathartic form of therapy.
October 7th 10:35 am
Long drives with the windows down, homeward bound. Here I am.