January 2012
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I'm so sick
I feel like i’m swallowing a serrated blade every time I breathe. My nose is stuffed to high heavens. Ugh.. I just want to die.
December 2011
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Twistin’ everything around that you say Smack me in my mouth two hundred times every other day Rag me, I don’t hear you anymore, not yet Find out what it means to me, I don’t know who you are
You do a lot of saying.
Not a lot of doing.
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Heart
It was the single greatest feeling i’ve felt in so long.
She wrapped her arms around me, she looked me in the eye, and smiled.
The warmth from her arms was so intoxicating.
I glanced in the mirror, looked at us, then at her.
Who’s eyes were those?
The joy I felt was overwhelming.
She looked so content with who she was with; myself.
Paying complete attention to what I was saying, making...
I hang my head in disarray. It was the choice that needed to come. Today, tomorrow, forever. I cannot lay in pain for rightful decisions. I just did what I did, and hoped for what I hoped for so long. That proved that it was only wrong. The feeling whimpers for attention. As it’s starved. So let it starve longer. It will pass. And I can trudge forward.
Death’s embrace creeps forward with each passing hour. Soon we’ll all be pushing flowers.
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Sick.
Set.
Joel.
I love getting to the front of the crowd. Having my build has its benefits. Slipping through people like nothing..
And getting a girl to run her fingers from head to toe behind me, while the one infront of me does the exact same is hilarious.
And of course, arousing.
Good concert, Joel.
-KRJP
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Fuckin hungry Fuckin tired Fuckin sore And I can’t choose a fuckin race on Skyrim. Fuck.
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I’m sick of living. It’s stupid. and lame. and pointless. Im ready to ‘go’.
Anywho, I must depart and play Zelda to distract myself. toodles.
unheardof asked: it is tuesday night. please come on runescape.
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I’ve written so many things, but it’s no use. This is the result when a heart breaks. Remember that.
I will not message you ever again.
Good bye.
What are you trying to hold onto? The cliff you were gripping has crumbled beneath your fingers. You’re in a free fall. You cannot construct a safety line in time. No longer are things riding on just a dime, Within my own confines I myself have realized what strain I obtain from the very sight of your six symboled handle. Don’t act disgruntled. You do remember? You were the one that...
I just see an empty container. I gain an urge to expel the feeling in my stomach. It’s unrivaled. I turn the page, afraid to glance at the details. I close the book, and place it back.
I find the most fascinating people to talk to, are the ones that logicly, and promptly reply.
I lose grave interest for those who take too much time.
To the point where talking to them is not fun, but a chore.
-KRJP
The heart beat pulse. Soul slithering fuss. To think and to know. That everything has passed. Even so. It’s better. Infinitely better. No care. No love. No hate. Just life. With what I choose to do and decide. Soul cool baby watch it now. It’s on you. And I don’t give. I don’t have to. Buh-bye my past firefly. -KRJP
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The only thing i’ve really wanted this Christmas, was to wake up with someone.
Just to hear them breathe.
Intead of myself sigh.
-KRJP
I just feel anger twirling inside.
Curling, tightening my intestines.
It’s powerful.
It’s growing.
It will spin out of control.
I just want to grab the next person that pisses me off by the neck.
I’m getting loopy.
I will get this under control.
Everything disappears.
I’ll close my eyes from the light eventually.
My pupils will consume the iris, consume the whites.
-KRJP