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fuck it

yeah yeah yeah fuck it. shut up.

new days that seem old

Red Filter



A scoffing look at everyone around
Sometimes I feel I’m too perfect for the world to even see
Scoff; a smile of contentment
A moment in vain



I see the world, and how unperfect it is
How fucked we make society
I see beautiful figures spread vastly among dark repulsive faces



Don’t turn off the red filter
Focus
Just focus
You can keep the thought alive



I look away everytime to discard my face from the picture
The blue filter pigments my sight
The fear that someone might see me through
I can’t fake it
Inevitably I can’t keep myself the way that they say they want me

copywrote and stole


Take off everything, show me who you really are
Your skins so perfect underneath all those healed scars,
But I can still feel the scars

In the way you talk about it
How you throw yourself down in anger
You want to throw it all away
You stab at your body from day to day

I know all you want is something to take away the pain

So take another hit, burry your face in it
Take another sip of that fluid that burns within

Just take it all off, so maybe today I can see past your skin

bad/good funk


I want to start over and work on myself. I’m tired of feeling sick, looking sick, and sleeping till 4 in the afternoon.

the pretty ones are the ugly
and the ugly ones are now in grace in my fancy.

a downer in a dream




I just dreamt a terrible thing
And the more I think about her,
The more I wonder if I ever fell out of love

And I realize even if I never did
There’s no chance of her ever feeling like this
So I’ll keep myself from the world

And I’m so sad,
Because dreams always trigger the saddest songs that remind me of you
They always trigger the saddest memories now
And there’s nothing left that you’ve given me to do

New start

I just went ahead and deleted everything that was in this journal. It wasn’t that great.

... And now for an UPDATE

Since the day after I got home I’ve started getting sick. Right now, I’ve got a sore throat, stuffy nose, a small cough, and a head that feels like it weighs about 20 lbs. But, I think tomorrow morning I might feel better. Atleast, I hope that’s how things end up going.
Last night while I was at Nick’s I started getting really bad nosebleeds - I never get nosebleeds. Blood would just pour down my face if I didn’t look straight up. I decided I just wanted to go home so I called my Mom at like 6 in the morning and had her pick me up.
So, I laid around the house by my lonesome, watching Discovery channel segments on monkeys. Better than daytime soaps and such.

Dustin called me up around 6-7 PM, and I plan on talking him tomorrow and jamming.

Done for now.

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