"I can see right through your lying eyes. And I know- the nights I'm not with you, you're fucking her too. It's like deja vu. Who ever said people change? It's the same old bullshit story. These words spill through your teeth with no meaning. You can mumble my name in your sleep alone. Because I'm done with these games you little boys play. Do me a favor- get the fuck out of my way. So I can pass go and collect my prize. Stop spitting lies. Your alibies aren't working for me anymore. I've learned not to trust your eyes. Close your eyes, your lying eyes."
Until December Burns
Movies
Garden State
Little Miss Sunshine
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Boondock Saints
Dogma
Television
Family Guy
Weeds
Books
The Bell Jar
Choke
A Million Little Pieces
My Freind Leonard
Heroes
The ones who dont fit in, the rejects, the suicidal, the drug addicts, the homeless, the young ones, the lonely ones, the musicians, the ones who dont strive for perfection, the independent ones, the unsure ones, the ones who cry alone, the psych ward patients, the virgins, the homosexuals, the ones who dont strive for perfection because it may seem nice, but perfection is out of our reach, and these ones are the only ones who realize it.
Im not your average girl. I am not going to try to make you like me. This is me, this is who I am. If you dont like that, then have a nice life.
I am not perfect, never will be, never will think that, never will come close. So dont expect so much of me.
I am broken, more broken than I have ever been. Why am I broken? Because of heart breaks, and loved ones lost, and losing myself in the process, and most of all regrets. So in saying that, I ask you to be gentle with me.
I am an insomniac, yes, I cant sleep. Sometimes I get tired, sometimes I sleep. But usually I am thinking, and stressing, and hoping and writing.
I am a writer. I write poetry, stories, erotica, songs. I'll edit your essays for class. Writing is my passion I've been doing it since a pen was put into my hand, and will continue to until i am no longer capeable.
I dont have a plan for my future, I have ideas, hopes, dreams. And someday I will figure it out.
I dont feel that California is where I belong. The major problem there is that I dont know where I feel I belong.
Im going soul searching...
To find myself
To unbreak myself.
I'm looking at you through the glass...
Don't know how much time has passed
Oh, god it feels like forever
But no one ever tells you that forever
Feels like home sitting all alone inside your head
Who I'd like to meet:
My path to life because it has been blurred for far too long
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