come home.
Please.

I'm really alone today, really tired today, last night really sucked, and i have no way to make things better.

anyway,

My red is fading quick and i'm not runnign to razors even though
there still is a calling on silvver laced words
but hey,
somethings i have to stop if i could even expect my Dad to stop.

Shit i wannt things SO much different.

I hate anger.
i hate hate hate hate hate it.


oooo ima such a hypocrit

Hello goodbye meoldramtic say goodnight

I'm reading and reading and findign a place to rest my head,
apon a shoulder
and a tear that hasn't come in a while from songs to heavy to listin to all the time
burns and cuts
cause my head to freeze in memorys i will NEVER forget
My razor's away thank god

I

distort,
twist and
tangle myself into a ball of worry..
at 12 at night,
when it's just the heat of my room, and me
i'm back, one, two years,
with my twin bed,
and my fan making my walls move
loose pages just fluttering

then i gripped people to me like my life line,
now i don't know how,
but i know i'm ready to be open with everyone