forget my name

forget my name

:: 2005 30 January :: 1.28am
:: Mood: rage
:: Music: blink182 - stay together for the kids

I'm ripe with things to say, the words rot and fall away

its pathetic when your at a friends house, its past 11, your cell rings, its your brother, asking you to please come home, because the parental units are at it again.
....you dont understand.

divorce time.

seriously.

i don't give a fuck anymore.

<\\\3

i need to be held. badly.
*******************

so here's your holiday,
hope you enjoy it this time, you gave it all away
it was mine, so when your dead and gone,
will you remember this night, twenty years now lost,
it's not right.
the anger hurts my ears, been running strong for seven years
rather then fix the problem, they never solve them, it makes no sense at all

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blacktears844

:: 2005 27 January :: 11.42pm

Wow. I'm really fucking sick.

And it really sucks.

I like my Photostudio.

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BleedingHeart

:: 2005 21 January :: 9.32pm
:: Mood: okay
:: Music: Violent Femmes - Confessions

I'd sit around listening to your story

i'm at my girlfriend kelly's house.
she got drunk. it was hilarious<3
i had a high buzz.
stairs, swings, trampolines, woods.
good times.
tada.

b/f and g/f forever<3

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BleedingHeart

:: 2005 14 January :: 11.41pm
:: Mood: mellow
:: Music: the secret machines - sad and lonely

did you grab your sleeping bag when you hit the floor

Sudden invisible movement of whispers he spares sends chills down my spine. Surprising whirlwinds sweep through his atmosphere full of haze. The smile on his face brings a nice calm breeze. This person radiates intensely warm air currents.
Unseen vapors make one choke on their breath. Stillness in the gloomy air conveys vague responses. He hides in vain behind the striking gusts of wind. Unexpected silence leaves you gasping for one last breath.
The days of quite flows are fulfilled with suspense. While the nights of calm drafts take you into a deep vagabond. Swift currents are found vacant giving a person the feeling of uncertainty. Drifting air leaves you disturbed with sorrow.

i wrote this.
for english class.
compareing a person to air.
i'm not sure if i like it.
*****************

.did you get your heartache.
.and your head rush confused.

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blacktears844

:: 2005 9 January :: 2.08am

I was fucking used.
And I don't want to talk about it.

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blacktears844

:: 2005 7 January :: 11.54pm

Hottest boy ever = Going over to his house tomorrow.

I'm so frickin' lucky. There shall be pictures.

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BleedingHeart

:: 2004 31 December :: 9.47pm
:: Mood: mellow
:: Music: Strata - the panic

and i'll become the sacred faith you lost
goodbye 2004.

had some amazing times this past year, some in which i wish would have lasted.... sigh. also had a lot of horriable times that killed me inside and out.

welcome 2005

curious as to see what this year has in store for me. hm...

tonight should be major kick ass with lesley. party time. <3
happy new year.

***********
every second changes everything
the panic will see me through.
naked, exposed our only fears tonight.
scratches, vomit, I'm sleeping here again,
and I will wake up with a purpose,
i will be free
i'm thinking...

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BleedingHeart

:: 2004 25 December :: 9.13pm
:: Mood: lonely
:: Music: killswitich engage- the end of heartache

i cling to memories while falling

.merry christmas.

my christmas was okay. i got a digital camra. its my new play-toy. and i recived many awesome gifts. visited both sides of the family, which was intersting. it litterly doesn't feel like christmas, which sucks. i think its becomeing my least favorite holiday. i had no holiday spirit this year.

exactly a year ago today... sigh ... enough said. :(

**************
.in sorrow i speak your name.
.and my voice mirrors my torment.

photograph

blacktears844

:: 2004 26 December :: 12.24pm

Check it outtttttttt, Sarah got a digi cam.
Read more..

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blacktears844

:: 2004 24 December :: 1.54pm
:: Music: Your Own Disaster - TBS

Bahaw
Yeah, I know I hardly EVER use this, I'm too busy using my LJ.

But Merry Christmas to all just the same.

If anyone wants to add me on LJ, my username is xxheartsick.
I use that WAY WAY WAY more than I do this thing. I love my Woohu though. *cuddles*

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BleedingHeart

:: 2004 11 December :: 11.59pm
:: Mood: gloomy
:: Music: incubus - i miss you

.but already i'm wasting away.

tonight was incrediable. steeling your own 'soccer mom' van, while i distract your aunt and then driving with your permitt because you don't have your liceins yet . <333 you amaze me sometimes.

night ended shitty when i came home. i all of a sudden started crying, and i dont know why. then i thought of um, you and wow. you have absolutly no idea how intense my feelings are for you and what you even do to me .....as if you even give a fuck anyway.

*************

you do something to me that I can't explain.
so would I be out of line if I said,
i miss you?

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blacktears844

:: 2004 11 December :: 10.02am
:: Mood: contemplative
:: Music: "Blood and Tears" - Danzig HAHA <3

Fucking hell.
What the fuck. Woohu has changed so much. I just came back and BAM! Livejournal makeover. Anyway, I'm going back out with James. Yes, I know I dated him last year, but he's changed so much and it's a good change. Plus I'm a sucker for a sweet talker. =/
He's coming over tomorrow. Wish me luck.

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BleedingHeart

:: 2004 9 December :: 6.56pm
:: Mood: indifferent

new addition to the family

my aunt lovina had a baby girl today. (mother's side)

Valerie Louise Shore

9 pounds 6 ounces

born at 7:06 pm today.

i have a new baby cousin. cute.

photograph

blacktears844

:: 2004 23 November :: 3.16pm

I have NO FEAR, bitches! *slaps erasers together*

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BleedingHeart

:: 2004 16 November :: 9.56pm
:: Mood: distracted
:: Music: stray light run- it's for the best

.it takes more time than i've ever had.

oh my. here we go again...

<\3

*************

we're moving forward,
but holding ourselves back.
and we're waiting on something,
that will never come.

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