dont ask about it. My nails are only balck to match my heart. Sleep tight, razorblade beauty, Sleep tight.
Saturday, September 03, 2005 @ 5:02 PM
One thing said or one thing mentioned can often lead your train of thoughts into another direction and cuase everything inside of you want to break down but at the same time it makes everything in you want to fight that breakdown, then end result? a cluster of confusion, and scars to prove it. I know, I'm put in the situation daily. Every waking day of my life and im focred to feel things that I would rather not, and i'm forced to look at faces that i dont want to see, but it's beyond my control, its boyond anything i can possibly do. The girl who used to walk down school hallways with her head high, so sure of herslef, so sure of all the feelings inside is now the girl who is getting prepaired to hide herself in bathroom stalls with her best friend, her journal. and as days pass confidence levals shrink. I don't think you quite understand what its like. This is not how its meant to be, i am not suppost to be like this again... my past is suppost to remain untouched and silent, and now its screaming in my ear begging me to take up old bad habbits, and im begining to think that maybe its not so bad of an idea.
As if life isnt hard enough when its throwing it's unexpected opsticals at you, now you have the skeletons in your closet begging to come out and play again. Lock the door. Board it up. and turn your sterio up as loud as it can... And if anyone is looking for me. thats what im doing.