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Oh yes, there will be blood.
Mar. 8th, 2006 | 02:24 pm
mood: 
excited
music: The Luckiest - Ben Folds Five
Why hello there my darlings! Long time no see. As most of you know, myspace was down yesterday. So I really didn't have anything better to do, so I thought I would come back to livejournal a bit.
Nothing really knew happening in my life right now.
I'm in love with Rick Manilla..
Umm, I finally got a new job...Oh yeah, Sears.
I miss Gabrielle very much, she is still away in Spain.
I'm apply to colleges..I'm not going too far, I would miss my friends and family dearly.
Prom is coming up, I look beautiful in my straight black dress. Oh!
Pretty much I'm fucking happy. So, don't fuck up my christmas.
Well..I'm off to go hang out with Lizzy and Kevin.
Nothing really knew happening in my life right now.
I'm in love with Rick Manilla..
Umm, I finally got a new job...Oh yeah, Sears.
I miss Gabrielle very much, she is still away in Spain.
I'm apply to colleges..I'm not going too far, I would miss my friends and family dearly.
Prom is coming up, I look beautiful in my straight black dress. Oh!
Pretty much I'm fucking happy. So, don't fuck up my christmas.
Well..I'm off to go hang out with Lizzy and Kevin.
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Subjectless.
Jan. 9th, 2006 | 02:27 am
mood: ecstatic
music: O-Zone - Numa Numa!!
Though there has been shit...and hell, I'm content.
He makes me smile, laugh, think,...he makes me happy.
When I fall..I fall hard...I pretty much just broke both my legs.
...Is it wrong that I've moved on so fast? ..Let's go with no.
<3 Muah!
He makes me smile, laugh, think,...he makes me happy.
When I fall..I fall hard...I pretty much just broke both my legs.
...Is it wrong that I've moved on so fast? ..Let's go with no.
<3 Muah!
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Nothing hurts. Nothings right. I am nothing.
Nov. 15th, 2005 | 03:43 pm
mood: 
distressed
music: Seether - Pig
It's here I have never been.
I walked far up the hill to come here,
To find a place to stop.
To think.
To find peace.
To mourn.
The silver gate is open,
as always.
I place my feet inside and walk down the short path.
Tall trees shadow my small being.
I am so small.
I am nothing.
The path comes to an end.
A fork in the road.
In the middle lies a big rock.
I stand before it.
I hear them.
I hear them cry.
I hear them disintegrate to nothing.
Their faces have no names.
But I know who they are.
I know who they were.
A mother, father, daughter, son, brother, sister, grandfather, grandmother.
A doctor, teacher, store owner, prostitute.
I take a right, to walk.
A circle of trees surround a big open area of nothing.
I continue up the road.
I breathe in the fresh air.
It's so perfect here.
So cold out there.
I take paper, and charcoal.
I throw my sketchpad to the ground.
I trace their gravestones.
I look around and see many gravestones have small rocks
sitting upon them.
I have respect for them.
I walk around for a bit.
I pick up my sketchpad,
and carry on.
I walk down that small path again.
The air gets cold.
I can smell the anger of this world.
I feel it's hatred.
"Nothing hurts. Nothings right. I am nothing."
I walked far up the hill to come here,
To find a place to stop.
To think.
To find peace.
To mourn.
The silver gate is open,
as always.
I place my feet inside and walk down the short path.
Tall trees shadow my small being.
I am so small.
I am nothing.
The path comes to an end.
A fork in the road.
In the middle lies a big rock.
I stand before it.
I hear them.
I hear them cry.
I hear them disintegrate to nothing.
Their faces have no names.
But I know who they are.
I know who they were.
A mother, father, daughter, son, brother, sister, grandfather, grandmother.
A doctor, teacher, store owner, prostitute.
I take a right, to walk.
A circle of trees surround a big open area of nothing.
I continue up the road.
I breathe in the fresh air.
It's so perfect here.
So cold out there.
I take paper, and charcoal.
I throw my sketchpad to the ground.
I trace their gravestones.
I look around and see many gravestones have small rocks
sitting upon them.
I have respect for them.
I walk around for a bit.
I pick up my sketchpad,
and carry on.
I walk down that small path again.
The air gets cold.
I can smell the anger of this world.
I feel it's hatred.
"Nothing hurts. Nothings right. I am nothing."
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Don't hold your love over my head.
Oct. 28th, 2005 | 10:07 am
mood: 
sleepy
music: John Mayer - Come back to bed
I thought all pain and hurt was swept away into the sea of nothing.
For I am wrong.
Your absence makes me weak, and your ignorance makes me bleed just a little more than before.
See how I look down upon myself when I am captured in my-self prison.
In my dark cell where there is no hope for a bright tomorrow.
All my mistakes rush fast through my mind.
What have I done?
When I am alone here, in search of peace,
all I hear are the screams of the ones who keep me away from you.
Why do I protect you? Here I am longing to be the in the arms
of the one who stops my tears.
But all along you were the one who made the tears flow from me.
I can't let this go.
Too late.
Let me bleed.
Let me be, in my misery.
For I am wrong.
Your absence makes me weak, and your ignorance makes me bleed just a little more than before.
See how I look down upon myself when I am captured in my-self prison.
In my dark cell where there is no hope for a bright tomorrow.
All my mistakes rush fast through my mind.
What have I done?
When I am alone here, in search of peace,
all I hear are the screams of the ones who keep me away from you.
Why do I protect you? Here I am longing to be the in the arms
of the one who stops my tears.
But all along you were the one who made the tears flow from me.
I can't let this go.
Too late.
Let me bleed.
Let me be, in my misery.