it's the number i hate, the hours i can't sleep away. one day. one year. you are everything, but you don't know how tangled i still am. REMOVED.

I'll chase and stalk him until he is mine. I'm pretty determined. Unfortunately his best friend thinks my existence is pointless and I'm unworthy. And, well, he's pretty damn determined too. / Left up just for comparison with my writing then and now.

this is what happens when i listen to bird york for days on end.

angst, PHWOAR! forgive the ramblings of a hormonal emobitch.

I secretly love you, Wheezy.

it has to do with pain. a so called self-expression. trying to be what you thought everyone wanted. and losing your sense of dignity, losing yourself, in the process.

there should be no shame. [since no one seems to get it, it's about homosexuality]

!oh tempt me, serpent! [trying something new-inspired by Daphne Gottlieb]

Exponential decay. Lilac trees. Music so loud that it disrupts any natural functions.

(euphoric) memories at 12(midnight)

iamfallingintoyou.

blood is everything and nothing. [for idris; hope this satisfies]

If you aren't comfortable with graphic descriptions of unpretty images and subject matter like child prostitution, this isn't something you'll enjoy. "perverse dreams always lurk in the organs"

last thoughts.

"truly, you have to know/how oh so irresistible you are."

Don't read it. You'll waste your time.

She doesn't believe me. (originally titled "we're all mad here)

A continuing down-hill slope for the next four years. Not a complaint, but rather abomination.

this piece is about your eyes, my fascination, your life, my observations.

emo poem about some girl you don't know. awesome.

A bizarre lot of words heaped together, made bearable by the VAST COLLECTION OF NAKED LESBIAN PICS attached. Reviews welcomed.

sitting around sick

'and the only thing i can do is scream your name over and over again and pretend there's something (real, and actually) wrong with me'. hey, so maybe it matters nothing.

She wanted to drown in his love. Well, she got half of her wish.

And he swears he's not all right. Commentary on American society through the eyes of a boy it's destroying.

He was my first love.

'damage dances caustic through my past].