it's okay to decay

Once I made plans to run away with a black guy wow I’m glad I pussied out

Fri, 17 May 2013 16:32:24 -0400

Once I made plans to run away with a black guy wow I’m glad I pussied out

Disadvantages to having bipolar; be jamming out to a song, song starts skipping, get frustrated,...

Mon, 13 May 2013 22:05:28 -0400

Disadvantages to having bipolar; be jamming out to a song, song starts skipping, get frustrated, start ripping out hair and punching self as hard as possible in the face
I’m not even kidding

You speak of your soul As if it’s some piece of imagination As if you never possessed the very...

Mon, 13 May 2013 19:29:37 -0400

You speak of your soul
As if it’s some piece of imagination
As if you never possessed the very thing that weighs you down at this moment
You lack the self depth, the self respect, to bring yourself to a higher place
And you blame it all on me.

With golden hope as large as your heart You held my hand But we were worlds apart You didnt like the...

Sat, 11 May 2013 22:16:49 -0400

With golden hope as large as your heart
You held my hand
But we were worlds apart
You didnt like the way i lied
But i was just trying to help
And keep my thoughts inside

Truth be told,
I still don’t think i should apologize
But theres not much else to do
When tough boys cry

My bby girl

Sat, 11 May 2013 18:41:11 -0400

My bby girl

Im going to write an autobiography called angry and sober: the story of a sad mexican

Sat, 11 May 2013 16:16:40 -0400

Im going to write an autobiography called angry and sober: the story of a sad mexican

error can not compute correct words to comply emotions try again later

Fri, 10 May 2013 05:57:15 -0400

error can not compute correct words to comply emotions try again later

You are a piece of crumpled up paper that wont go away no matter how many times i throw you in the...

Fri, 10 May 2013 03:00:53 -0400

You are a piece of crumpled up paper that wont go away no matter how many times i throw you in the trash

Photo

Thu, 09 May 2013 02:53:28 -0400

Everything is happy n good and my bf digs me and i have nice hair nd my bed isnt too big when im...

Tue, 07 May 2013 06:06:19 -0400

Everything is happy n good and my bf digs me and i have nice hair nd my bed isnt too big when im alone and drugd are nice

mariah

Tue, 07 May 2013 06:05:46 -0400

mariah

Green Day has a song for every emotion.

Sat, 04 May 2013 14:36:10 -0400

Green Day has a song for every emotion.

she prays to the same piece of mind each day hoping for some kind of distinctive change but none...

Thu, 02 May 2013 17:53:11 -0400

she prays to the same piece of mind each day

hoping for some kind of distinctive change

but none yet.

she’s only been with one man

and lays down beside him each night

but there’s no rest.

her mind is in a war

a hopeless battle between safe and happy,

an endless quest for more.

she clenches her fists and finds herself asking the same arid question,

“is it really worth it?”

somewhere, far beyond her mind, the answer comes to her, taunting

“no, no, no”

not-really-so-secret secret: i’m narcissistic

Wed, 01 May 2013 15:13:35 -0400

not-really-so-secret secret: i’m narcissistic

if your boyfriend makes you a playlist and the first song’s first line is ‘it’s...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 23:20:00 -0400

if your boyfriend makes you a playlist and the first song’s first line is ‘it’s you that i adore, you’ll always be my whore’ you should probably question him

but probably not

All maggots have to die sometime. I’ll rest with a smirk on my face till your time comes. The...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 22:47:20 -0400

All maggots have to die sometime. I’ll rest with a smirk on my face till your time comes. The fear of blood stains on my new shirt won’t hold me back, oh no, the contentment of your demise is pushing me forward with the strength of a thousand fucking trains. You were right to fear me.

What is a soul? A soul is nothing more than a hole inside of your chest. A growing emptiness that...

Fri, 26 Apr 2013 16:30:00 -0400

What is a soul?

A soul is nothing more than a hole inside of your chest. A growing emptiness that never stops begging. “Fill me, make me complete,” it screams. You try and you try again but the screaming never stops. The longing never ceases. Each heart you consume only makes the hole grow bigger, the screaming, louder.

Soon, the hole swallows you and you no longer feel anything but the sinister presence of hollowness.

It controls your body, your thoughts, your blood flow. To kill the screaming is to kill the soul. To kill the soul is to kill yourself. It is then, and only then, that you can rest.

A burden. That is what a soul is.

i wake up hungover on a hardwood floor from a dream about how your dress hangs off of your little...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 15:35:00 -0400

i wake up hungover on a hardwood floor from a dream about how your dress hangs off of your little breasts

i’d rather be dead then call this ‘how i lost your respect’

but, god bless, or get neglected

& i’ll see you when the sun sets east,

don’t forget me.

sometimes i burn my hair just because you liked it so much

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 05:54:04 -0400

sometimes i burn my hair just because you liked it so much

i was very sad on my birthday because the one person i wanted to tell me happy birthday didn’t...

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 20:39:06 -0400

i was very sad on my birthday because the one person i wanted to tell me happy birthday didn’t :( imy