I said water expecting the word would satisfy my thirst.

May. 25th, 2005

03:07 am - this time the apology is written across your face with unhealed lacerations.

You know, no matter how good of a memory a person has, time always allows them to forget the past...Anyway, i just found some old pictures from about 6 months ago, before i moved away and destroyed the person i used to be completely, anyway.... "tears of regret"

God, i miss this kid so fucking much, but, even if we were still friends neither one of us will ever be the same, if you know me well enough, you know exactly what i mean..
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what do you know, i used to have some color in my face..

Halloween '04
star boy

my old band

we were some goofy ass mother fuckers

anyway, i wish i hand't of found these pics, my old room, old friends, blah, heart of stone, heart of fucking stone...

Current Mood: indescribable

Current Music: monroe

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May. 22nd, 2005

01:51 am

The stars you see are a dirty sidewalk.
And they're not meant for wishing.
No, because they don't come true.

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May. 20th, 2005

02:12 pm

The new Sinai beach cd is a fucking waste of 13 dollars, don't buy that shit, it sounds like they drank a 5th of jack and went to the studiowith entent on pulling a new album out of their asses.

Current Mood:

aggravated

Current Music: syphony in peril

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May. 19th, 2005

12:31 pm - I swear I heard you say..............

So apperenlty I lost wallet some how last night, some random guy brought it to my front door this morning..genuine kindness actually left some where in this world..I'm amazed.

Current Mood:

shocked

Current Music: misery signals

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May. 18th, 2005

12:55 am

My happiness is only spoken, played out for you in plastic smiles and kind words. Just like your's, it's not real. I want a happiness that's golden in it's own silence. The kind you can see just by looking someone in the eyes. Some where out there's an iris glimmering with dawn, waking up every morning just to see autumn's foliage telling summer time stories. you go through each day like words on a play write's page, your time spent pulling curtains, your life wasted waiting backstage. i'm still praying the same old prayer everynight, " I was never really in love" . Only up all night drinking it's potions.

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