| Setteling |
[01 Dec 2005|12:28am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 bored |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Tori Amos - Scarlet's Walk |
] |
My confession is that --- simply put you remind me of him. In so many ways, everything that you have done reminds me of my room mate that ran away and joined the circus. (no that wasn't a joke) He was always half done. He could never fully satisfy anything or anyone. And that is why I stand over here and watch you from a distance. Because I know that everything you do is half. And if I become a part of it I will be setteling for something I neither need or want. That is not who I am.
|
|
| The truth is? |
[01 Dec 2005|04:13am] |
| [ |
music |
| |
Alice in Chains, Hole |
] |
I confess that sometimes I run around in women's panties when I get real drunk.
LOL
No, but really, I have a confession to make. I can't spell. And.....
Kevin, listen man, when I ditched the big game it was because I was having sex with your sister. Woo! Glad we are best friends, just had to get that off my chest bro.
|
|
| it's just a plain piece of paper |
[01 Dec 2005|01:30pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 annoyed |
] |
i confess i use to be very artistic.....
before i went on my meds for my depression,
bipolar, and obsessive compulsiveness
but now....everytime i have a feeling to draw or paint or whatever....
nothing comes out ... i can't express myself anymore
i feel so useless
even if i listen to music and i try to put somthing down on paper
nothing comes out
even trying to write a poem...NOTHING
its just a plain piece of paper
|
|