Tuesday, May. 13, 2003 - 9:50 p.m.
They break down your words with a hunger , ripping apart every illiteration , every metaphor , ever pun every line of prose every quote they can . They live your life through the words you spat out and forgot about , inked in blood and and tears , sweat stained and littered with fingerprints from all the times you've read each word over , from all the times you've realized how much you hate every god damned word that you utter .
This is me going to a party , this is me listening to music , this is me fucking bleeding my soul to you on a floor rug because I can't take this anymore .
This living with no purpose , no place to go when home is like suffocation and the place where you are is like suffocation this NEVER BREATHING JUST WHEEZING hack- hack- HACKING AWAY AT YOURSELF .
I'd like to be remembered for the way my words stopped , I'd like to be remembered for the death of a boy that meant the death of a girl .
There's just nothing to say that I can fathom and all that I know I want is a place that isn't here .
YOU ARE NOT HERE AT ALL/
BUT THAT DOESN'T MAKE YOU THE ANSWER .
Never devote your entirety to someone whom you know can't last forever . ( If you lock them up inside your heart it's no wonder they break it open
THIS IS MY 500TH ENTRY , HALFWAY TO A THOUSAND AND NOTHING INTELLIGENT TO SAY . YOU SHOULD BUY ME A GOLD ACCOUNT NONETHELESS TO MARK THE OCCASION .
