Sunday, March 27, 2011
there is something addictive about broadway.
something that draws you towards it.
maybe it's the ease that everyone seems to be in,
on stage, the way everyone's emotions are finally let out,
how the feelings of ecstasy, of wholly being exudes out from everyone
how everyone feels alive, and dancing.
makes you wish you were a part of the production.
restrain, my dear.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
believe.
heroes are born out of the ashes of adversity.
salvageable.
we have not yet given up hope.
nor have we sold our souls or our dreams.
we are merely submerged, lost
under and in, this materialistic world
of conflicting dreams, and perishable emotions
hold on to today.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
positivity.
sorting out my life bit by bit.
believe.
trust.
have faith,
my friends.
everything's going to be ok.
shit i don't know why i'm depressed again
i don't need this ok.
i don't need to be compared to anyone else anymore.
like shit. man.
as if i don't already know that i suck enough at life.
fuck. i'm fucking sick of pretending that everything's fine and dandy,
that i'm coping, that i'm happy.
but fuck it. inside i'm still just the same insecure scared little twerp.
but we're ok.
we're ok. if you believe hard enough, everything will be alright.
if you can convince yourself (maybe we could fool the world too)
or is it the other way round.
if we believe hard enough.
if we try harder.
if we worked harder.
Friday, March 18, 2011
lets try our last hand at being young again before we're too old. and it's too late.
we want to live, if not just for once, without consequences.
too fat.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
everything you could be, you are (already), with a little more self control.
gosh. just stop eating and excercise more.
which part of that can you not understand.
recovery is just this phrase they coined to trick you back into eating again.
calories in. calories out. it's as simple as that.
what's so hard to comprehend about that.
simple math.
one fat little piggy went up the hill.
and tumbled down.
get fit. fitter.
get slim. slimmer.
get skinny. and skinnier.
fuck. 50 more situps tonight.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
needs to stop looking so ugly. yep. thanks.
i'm surprised my mirror hasn't cracked in protest yet.
i'm down with the flu, tonsils are hurting like hell. i've got a massive headache, can't speak without wheezing, can't breathe without gasping. and i'm getting fat from 5 cartons of juice and all the crap i've been eating.
Monday, March 7, 2011
don't let your past dictate your future.
don;t let your past destroy your future.
don't let the moments of the past ruin your future.
don't let what happened determine what might.
don't let the past write your future.
don't let your past dictate who you are, but let it be part of who you will be
Fuck your past, dont let it fuck you;
tough times dont last, but tough people do:)
hug me and tell me everything's going to be alright.
i want to feel close to you again.
i don't want to drift away as aquaintances.
stay. stay. and we could be real. together.
god i feel like screaming. or crying or tearing my hair out.
i'm not even sure why.
cause there's so much fucking stuff. and there's so many fucking problems that are going just plain wrong.
and i'm swearing. god.
and all i want to do is just shut myself up in a nice empty quiet room and just sit alone for a while
i just want to run away and scream
i can't stand how everything is spiralling out of control
and how i have to plaster a smile on my face and act like everything's so bloody brilliant and cheery.
to pretend that i'm managing, that i'm doing alright. and that i'm handling things.
fuck it.
but please still let me BELIEVE.
hold on. and believe.