I am thrice a sinner.
How I envy those who have the perfect body.
I am thrice a sinner.
How I eat to fulfill this black hole within me.
I am thrice a sinner.
How I sit around, drowning in self-pity.
You skinny bitch!
I want to have that hour-glass figure;
I want those admiring looks;
I want to be able to wear those
revealing clothes;
I want to be able to control men
with the sway of a hip.
I would sell my soul for your figure.
Dark fudge chocolate chip chocolate cake,
my mouth waters at the thought.
How it melts in your mouth;
how it makes my heart flutter;
How can you sit there
without a smudge of guilt?
What do I have to do before
you will apologize?
Do I need to point this gun
to your crotch?
Make you suffer like my
sweetheart did!
How about shooting off your fingers
one
by
one?
I want you to feel pain--
misery--
fear--
death!
Just admit what you did,
it will save your life.
Don't you value your life?
No?
You are foolish!
You are weak!
Your stupidity will be your death.
All I want is for you to admit
your part in my dear's death.
Is that so much?
You made the police believe
that my wife was suic
Inane bastard.
Why do you want me to go there?
What point will it prove?
I see your face turning purple;
your hand shaking with anger,
but I'll never admit to what you want.
I'll never say what you want to hear.
I would rather die.
Even if you do kill me,
I will be winning in the end
and you know it.
I always win.
Always,
always,
How do I make you aware of how much
I want you?
What do I have to do to prove that
our relationship will reign?
Baby, I need every part of you...
heart,
soul,
body...
You amaze me with your words;
your expressions make me
want you more.
The way you move your body, babe,
how you run your fingers through
your hair when you are thinking;
how you put your hands on your hips
when your proving a point;
how your hands play with my hair,
your arm wraps around my neck,
your body is against mine when we kiss--
Ah! How you drive me insane!
Please fulfill this longing.
Please let m
What do you do when you love someone
but they are all wrong for you?
How do you go about breaking their heart,
as well as yours, beyond repair?
Darling, I love you,
but you are bringing me down...
down,
down,
down...
But, through all that...I can't let you go.
You promise to never let me down,
but honey, you want something
I just won't give up.
You can look me straight in the eye
and tell my I am the only one,
but dear, I can see the disappointment
in your face when I won't go that far.
I won't lie; sometimes I think
about letting you in,
but then I get scared.
Your
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Hi.
I haven't been on here in a while.
But you probably already knew that if you are reading this... because only my friends read this. Ha.
So what have you guys been up to?
And how often do you guys get on here?
I should probably delete this considering I haven't picked up a pencil or sketchbook since I graduate high school...
Isn't it amazing how you just get so busy?
Work. College. College homework. Work. Work. Work.
I should probably start drawing again.
I'll add that to my New Year's resolution.
Do you want to know what mine is!?
I want to not be as lazy. When I get off work the days that I have class, I just don't wa
Hi.
The last time I posted a journal was Jun 26, 2007... That was a LOOOOOOOOOOOONG time ago. It's crazy.
I have been busy since school started. Its my senior year and I am just being tossed around like a ragdoll. Not cool teachers! It is also depressing because I have to actually grow up and get a job and get a life! Get a life... I have to discover a life.
Its just awful and I wish I could just stay in school forver. Wouldn't that be perfect? I know we all say we hate school but just think, when we are in school most of us have the ability to skip out on so much responsibility. I guess I am just lazy but who REALLY wants to giv