sometimes i wish i could go back to those twisted sick sad days
the ones i dont remember, or are just a swirl of haze due to drug overabuse.
the ones where life wasnt anything real, fantasies of what i yearned for or was trying to be, moments where i became them because thats what the music was doing to me.
i have to say, pathetic as i was, i was beautiful.
quite the disaster,
but beautiful.
i wanted to be something, i wanted to kno who and what i was.
now that i am...i dont kno if i like it so much.
not extreme enough for whats in this heart...
once upon a time, i could write perfect poetry.
not so much now...
1:45 pm - 06.03.08
Recent entries:
07.06.16//there's one broken cobblestone still clinging to the bridge
06.30.16//digression of glitter, shiny, and sparkle!
06.27.16//half a life ago
12.15.11//sometimes, you've got to love what's good for you.
09.26.11//you are my beginning to my never-end
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