Flesh pealing off and dying, the person, who are they, how did they get to this state? Somehow, they seem familiar. How do i know them? oh i see, this person is… me. But there only a shadow of who i am now. Dose this mean that a part of me has died? If so, then why do i not feel anything? I’m so numb.

Flesh pealing off and dying, the person, who are they, how did they get to this state? Somehow, they seem familiar. How do i know them? oh i see, this person is… me. But there only a shadow of who i am now. Dose this mean that a part of me has died? If so, then why do i not feel anything? I’m so numb.

I sometimes wonder, if any of it was worth it. Did i accomplish what i wanted to? Is it even going to make a difference? What part of what iv done really maters at all? My goal was to reach people, but, i think my flaw, was that i dint reach my self first.

I sometimes wonder, if any of it was worth it. Did i accomplish what i wanted to? Is it even going to make a difference? What part of what iv done really maters at all? My goal was to reach people, but, i think my flaw, was that i dint reach my self first.

I want to hold on to every single precious moment in my life, so that when i am sad, i can simply relive them. Maybe this way, i will never be unhappy.

I want to hold on to every single precious moment in my life, so that when i am sad, i can simply relive them. Maybe this way, i will never be unhappy.

Journal Entry #1

I’v always known that i was the kind of person to make friends with the bully’s. I guess when i was younger it was kind of like a defense mechanism, but now i find my self becoming friends with the people that are “killers” or some crazy crap like that witch was fabricated buy the school. They turn out to be nice people who, like any other human that breathes, has the problem that i like to call life, bad luck and stupid people. though i will admit that it can sometimes be hard to be friends with these people, its one hell of an adventure, but its hard. So yea, just felt like writing this hear…. thanks for reading?

Being the little angel that wanted to invite the nightmares to diner, that’s who iv always been. Someone tells me not to go near someone, so i do. I always want to hug the scary dragon that breathes fire and turns others to dust. I get hurt, a few burns, but, i always end up falling for the monster that everyone is so scared of. I’m not shore whether its a curs or a blessing to understand these misunderstood creatures, but i am shore that its something i cant get rid of.

Being the little angel that wanted to invite the nightmares to diner, that’s who iv always been. Someone tells me not to go near someone, so i do. I always want to hug the scary dragon that breathes fire and turns others to dust. I get hurt, a few burns, but, i always end up falling for the monster that everyone is so scared of. I’m not shore whether its a curs or a blessing to understand these misunderstood creatures, but i am shore that its something i cant get rid of.

With ones face hidden you’d think that you would feel more free to do what you want, but at the same time its as if the mask has rules that you must follow. Even though you don’t know what those rules are or if you have already broken them. Always on edge, waiting to be found out. So maybe this isn’t the freedom i hoped it would be.

With ones face hidden you’d think that you would feel more free to do what you want, but at the same time its as if the mask has rules that you must follow. Even though you don’t know what those rules are or if you have already broken them. Always on edge, waiting to be found out. So maybe this isn’t the freedom i hoped it would be.

Sometimes when it rains outside, i like to go out with my umbrella and my feet bear. This way, i can watch it fall and feel the water build up slowly. Its the only time when i can think clearly, and the only time that all my senses are at peace.

Sometimes when it rains outside, i like to go out with my umbrella and my feet bear. This way, i can watch it fall and feel the water build up slowly. Its the only time when i can think clearly, and the only time that all my senses are at peace.

A purpose, that is something that we are not born with. But, that is not a bad thing, in fact, its freedom. Its the freedom to choose who you want to be, and to do what you want to do simply to be happy. Yea, its gonna suck at times, it might even get to the point were you think you cant handle any worse. But you will, and you’l get through it, and come out stronger. There is no other way than to go foreword, and find your happiness.

A purpose, that is something that we are not born with. But, that is not a bad thing, in fact, its freedom. Its the freedom to choose who you want to be, and to do what you want to do simply to be happy. Yea, its gonna suck at times, it might even get to the point were you think you cant handle any worse. But you will, and you’l get through it, and come out stronger. There is no other way than to go foreword, and find your happiness.

A persons heart is a complicated, beautiful and amazing thing. It is somehow as fragile as a rose and all the while as strong as a diamond. There are times where just a small touch can shatter it and others where what would seem like a fatal blow doesn’t even scratch the surface. So be careful, because i never know whether just your breath can break my hear to pieces.

A persons heart is a complicated, beautiful and amazing thing. It is somehow as fragile as a rose and all the while as strong as a diamond. There are times where just a small touch can shatter it and others where what would seem like a fatal blow doesn’t even scratch the surface. So be careful, because i never know whether just your breath can break my hear to pieces.

Time, its not something you can see, taste, smell or hear. Its something you feel. You feel it with your bones and your heart. You know when much of it has past because you feel it in your gut. Its that pain you feel when you realize that its to late, and there’s no going back. Don’t let time pass you bye, because by the time you realize that you want to go back, its to late.

Time, its not something you can see, taste, smell or hear. Its something you feel. You feel it with your bones and your heart. You know when much of it has past because you feel it in your gut. Its that pain you feel when you realize that its to late, and there’s no going back. Don’t let time pass you bye, because by the time you realize that you want to go back, its to late.