What was is COMPLETELY gone. I’m pretty sure that there’s nothing I can do anymore. Maybe it never was what I thought it was, maybe it was even better than I thought it was. But it’s gone. I try to think about it and remember the good, but its so fucking difficult. Even now… HEY!!! GODDAMMIT!!!!! There is so much stupid shit! Why cant I fucking hear anything over all the STUPID SHIT?!?!?!?! WHY CAN’T I HEAR MYSELF THINK OVER ALL THIS STUPID SHIT!!!!!! This is getting ridiculous! Why cant I just live the way I know I should be living; well, proud, and satisfied! Instead I’m sick, tired, ashamed, and every day leaves a bitter fucking taste in my mouth. Scratch that; bittersweet… (Some people can really brighten up my day.)

AND VERY HAPPY TO BE DOING SO

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Posted on December 19, 2011 via Emiaj with 112,969 notes

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Lines

Funny thing about lines. They are lines, so they go straight. They go in only one direction, but when you land on the wrong side, it’s pretty painful. ”Well, what if you land on the right side?” you might ask. Well then you will get something amazing, but remember the whole time that it’s something amazing or you’ll think you’re on the wrong side. Then you’ll try and try to want to stay on the right side, but you won’t want to, and you’ll force yourself on the wrong side; the painful side. Well that’s the biggest mistake. Then you’ll hurt every day, and find that you were on the right side before, and you fucked up. Well, I fucked up, and I don’t know where I’m supposed to be anymore, but I’m sure as hell not on the right side. I miss it. I miss it bad. I walked my line, I knew what I had, I knew it was amazing and beautiful, and that there was nothing like it, but still I let it go. I forced myself on the wrong side of my line, and I don’t know anything anymore.

Posted on December 11, 2011 with 2 notes