Sometimes I think my life is a joke that I dont quite get,

and that everyone else says isnt worth my understanding.

But there has to be something funny too it..

Because its becoming to much to analyze under the idea of being serious.

The silence is like gunshots

Bouncing off the walls in a padded room.

I thought for two seconds to commit myself. But that definately wouldnt solve anything.

Im still considering the long trip to no where, where ever that is, where they arent.

They as in the voices/thoughts/breakdowns...or they as in people?

There has to be something funny to it.

I am a forever breaking heart.

I believe in love, and am victim to fairy tale fuckups.

nevermind the believing in love part.

Thats all just bullshit.

I think I was going there a while ago....a month ago...

I think Im not doing so well in the luck department.

I think i think too much, but i dont think that I think enough.

Its 3:08 in the morning.

Its still 3:08 in the morning.

Im loosing my mind,

Ive lost my heart,

and hangovers arent worth the people you get the fucked up urge to call, memories of people that wont leave your subconcious, and sleeping alone no matter how great you thought you looked when you left the fucking house.

Goddamn, Id like to thank the men in my life for changing me into this shell that I no longer recognize or respect.

Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray that someone,

Take my heart to keep.

And if they disapear,

before I wake.

I know I'll never learn from all my mistakes.

I stole his heart
thats all I ever wanted
was to feel the rhythm
through the veins in his arms
and the lines in his eyes
as his conciousness clashed with mine
and our breaths became short
and ragged with pace
tasting loves poison without a gash or trace
                         ...of the norm
take my hand
make me turn the pages
make me remeber the words
in different languages
and speech patterns
shake me until you cant wake up
in winds and shattered images
of burnt leaves and whispers
reading the diaries of a homicidal maniac
falling in love with the confessions of a killer.

good FUCKING evening. (intended with all politeness)

-The one with the stripes in her hair

"God its been a lovely day, everythings been going my way, I had so much fun today, and im.on.fire."

[sarcasm]