Well I'm not gonna force you to read my blog, but if you should happen to stumble upon it, take the time to sift through it as it may prove to be of some relevance to you. God forbid, you may actually enjoy it and you would wish to click the button which would mean you were eternally my follower. There isn't really any sort of meaning or specific task that this blog sets out to fulfil, think of it as bohemian.
Saturday, 27 March 2010
Thursday, 25 March 2010
Sunday, 21 March 2010
Saturday, 20 March 2010
I want to tell myself that this next one will be different, that I won't be a sucker to this one, that I can control my own life. I don't need to live a vision, I can live a reality.
But I know, I'll fall victim to myself just like every other time.
Thursday, 18 March 2010
Does it make you feel beautiful?
This is life. This apathy is worthless.
And are we so worthless?
We're burning for revenge.
Dying from the inside.
My heart I left with my promise to return.
See it in my eyes how much it means.
To a heart that's beat has long since given out and given in.
Bury me five thousands fathoms deep.
There's blood in the water.
Burn all you love.
No heart, no hope.
Now, taste the fear.
There is nothing I would not give.
Humanity can sink.
Convulsions constrict your body into a portrait of agony.
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
Monday, 15 March 2010
Sunday, 14 March 2010
Saturday, 13 March 2010
Friday, 12 March 2010
On the other hand, I'm so torn up now... You leave me feeling like I know nothing at all. Do you do it on purpose? I can't tell. I wish I knew what to do. There are things I do want to do, but I don't know if I can or should.
Thursday, 11 March 2010
I can't tell if you're kidding or not but, please, please, stop. I feel bad enough as it is =/
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
Monday, 8 March 2010
Saturday, 6 March 2010
I feel so lost in myself. I'm struggling to search for an identity. I keep asking whether I really need one though. Do I? Would it not be easier to just live as a blank. You can't get questioned if there's never anything to ask about you.
No that's just stupid, its impossible to be nothing. Nothing is the absence of something, therefore, for there to be nothing, there must be something.
Well then, what is my identity? I can't find it, nor can I choose one, it just, exists without you really having a say in it.
So then why do I feel as if I don't have one? I'm so lost.