To hell with that. I'll be happy when it's over.


Redemptioni've been left alone to do what i please of my life.Redemption
i crave attention. i want affection. i need redemption.
attend to my pain. affect me in ways unimaginable. redeem my sins.
everything will alright.


Ghosti'll put my arms around you, run my hand through your hair. hold your hand, walk with you on the beach. but you won't feel a thing.Ghost
i'll hold you tight, then pass right through you, like the spirit that i am, because i've passed from this world, and you haven't even noticed it.
i had been nothing more than a ghost since the beginning.


Kiss My ReflectionKiss my reflectionKiss My Reflection
if you are a ghost, and paint me a picture
with the colors in my mind.


BrokenLife doesnt seem too hard for her Just another girl at school On the outside she looks happy and bright Her smiles calm and cool Shes quiet in class; gets good grades And sings in the school choir Something long, not showing her skin Is always her attire She looks so sweet that all the girls Envy her innocence The boys dont even notice her But theyre still people shell miss As she rests in the park on her favorite swing A group of girls walk by She listens in to what they say Trying not to cry Running home, she hBroken


Your imageYour image fills my dreams Torturing my thoughts With your sweet voice.Your image
Your image tears at the walls I have made in my heart For sanitys sake.
Your image haunts me everyday Causing even small gestures To constantly remind me
Of the way we used to be.
Your image is the only thing
That makes me cry alone But I cant give it up. I wont give your image away.
You should update your journal.
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and hypnosis is for losers with big weird eyebrows!
But I don't know what to write.
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Evolution kills us all.
Only the strong prevail.
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Beat down the barriers of the old.
Become something new.
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and hypnosis is for losers with big weird eyebrows!
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Evolution kills us all.
Only the strong prevail.
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Beat down the barriers of the old.
Become something new.
I meant to go through all my journals earlier this week but then I freaking got sick. So now I have about 80 journals built up.
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and hypnosis is for losers with big weird eyebrows!
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i've got a name,
and i'll spell it out for you.
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And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn. The Ballad of Reading Gaol, Oscar Wilde
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And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn. The Ballad of Reading Gaol, Oscar Wilde
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how far will i fall?
the only way to know is to
Jump.
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(I'm a writing junky. If you think you are too. Well.... we'll see. [link]
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i've got a name,
and i'll spell it out for you.
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