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| 11:28pm 09/08/2005 |
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High school was so over rated. It's suposed to be the time of your life when it's suposed to be, "the time of your life". Psh, screw that crap. Now it's college/job and then death. |
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| 02:54am 08/11/2004 |
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The older I've gotten the more I have realized that life is not about me; life is not about you; its not about who you know or where you've met them. Life is about who knows you, and that is the key to everything. |
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| 03:42pm 11/10/2004 |
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The key to a ladies heart, roses. |
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| 08:48pm 05/01/2004 |
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On nights like this night I sit on my bed and see myself walking through towns and stopping in bars sitting in booths talking but to whom I do not know I can't see them let alone their faces just jackets it's drizzling outside the sky is always grey but sometimes beautiful depending on my feelings the whole world is at harmony or dischord trees reaching their fingers toward heaven either way any way you look at it I'm still sitting on my bed at night in a house I don't trust but that's okay because I don't trust my own house what is to blame let's choose divorce or perhaps a bad childhood experience or maybe just lack of perspective looking in from afar I'd say perspective but look where that has brought me older not wiser wishing to step back a few steps and say a little more I would take a walk but it's dark and cold I would sleep downstairs but it's dark and cold I would make a friend but i'm dark and cold. |
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