May 2013
2 posts
i might be leaving soon.
now you can see how much i’ve become empty
April 2013
15 posts
exactly how i felt then
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used.
fucking infuriating.
3 tags
i hope you die alone
well that didn’t last long
it’s time that all these things that i wish i could forget can join in the ranks of things i regret.
you are nothing but empty promises and lies.
it’s not the point that i’m at; you fucked me up pretty bad. now it’s all too late.
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don’t ever rely on anyone.
i’mwastingmylifei’mwastingmylifei’mwastingmylife
i have no one.
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it was for you
days are much longer now.
i am nothing. i was no one to you.
March 2013
2 posts
that battle staggered through three awful months to stop for a minute just to start up again
routine disappointment.
February 2013
3 posts
all i heard was “last winter”
when i had the chance
what once was for me
January 2013
2 posts
11/18/11
if i only had known what was to come.
IHAVENOONE
December 2012
1 post
beat me down
November 2012
3 posts
you’ll always fucking lie
selfishness; righteousness
“it’s not meant to be a strife. it’s not meant to be a struggle uphill.”
October 2012
6 posts
silencio
no one
kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me
brain wash / star dust / space fuck - cunt!
so there won’t be nothing left
August 2012
1 post
motionless and sinking///selfish and complacent
July 2012
6 posts
EVERYTHING IS BROKEN
GUILT/REGRET/FRUSTRATION
you can cut me open take everything you haven’t already
YOU FUCKING PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK
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descended lamentations
June 2012
11 posts
3 tags
i miss you
2 tags
the whole earth is going up in flames. flames will come out of here and there, they’ll just rise up. the mountains are going to go up in big flames, the water is going to rise in flames. there’s going to be creatures running every which way, some of them burnt, half their wings burning. people are going to be screaming and hollering for help.
i hope i survive this fucking week alone
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trauma. absence. loss.
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lamentations comfort only by lacerating the heart still more. such grief does not desire consolation. it feeds on the sense of its hopelessness. lamentations spring only from the constant craving to re-open the wound.
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NO ROOM LEFT TO BE CIVIL
spinoza, sorry, when fission stands there won’t be god, just blacker space.