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Nov. 14th, 2008 | 09:34 pm
mood: sad sad
music: soul meets body cover

It's been two days locked up inside. Occasionally I'll hear a couple knocks. I'm not sure if it's actually anyone or just me again. Suprised faces and slender hands prying through the long crack in the wood. Pacing. Pace side to side. Steadily raining. It's been three days locked up inside. Blinds drawn. I can feel my back moving up and down from across the room. Echoes. Eyelids squeezed shut so I can't open them. I don't want to look at anything while it's still visible during the day. I don't want to be reminded of you. Locked away in the closet is the only piece of you that remains with me to this day. Passenger seat. You smile when I come to greet you and the taste of prevalent loss of hope rubs against my lips, permanently stuck to my tongue. Who knew such a feeling could be tackled down to a taste in my mouth. But even here in this car with you, my plans and state of mind spread like wild fire without you ever knowing. There are endless ways to die. I've thought of 28 ways you'd be responsible. The first five miles we put away. But we arrive and I've stopped looking at the dash. I have taken my share of swigs off of your four dollars worth. Walk. I feel so unsubstantial as I walk beside you. I'm somewhere else. I'm elsewhere. I swear this is worth every doubt I've had. I swear this won't break me in the end. But It does. It's been four days locked up inside. Cloudy thoughts that correspond with the few shades of sunlight that struggled to come through across the room. Gripping my stomach as I keep watching myself undo what has been done, reversing actions in my head for the sake of knowing I will not cope. I refuse. I reuse every excuse to stay there longer. It's been five days locked up inside. Beneath my body is friction. Running my hands up and down the matress, holding tightly to any imperfection I can find in this bed. I hope to god I come out alive.

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where soul meets body

Nov. 14th, 2008 | 02:56 am
mood: mellow mellow

So, I stopped writing in this a while ago and yes.. I am sorry about it. It's not like I got insanely busy or some shit. I know some people actually read this whenever I updated and actually took the time to comment and talk about things so lets rekindle our livejournal fucking flame. This is way too sarcastic for how I usually go about things via internet but, It's 3am and this is my mood.


Recently:

I'm leaving for Maine on Saturday and staying there for a week. I'm actually excited to come home and visit for a little bit. A lot of people have asked to hangout and actually do something, which is awesome.

Victoria is coming too but she's actually staying in Maine when I come back to Tennessee. It's going to be hard to transition from "being alone" to "being with victoria" back to "being alone" again. I am a very unstable person, as you already fucking know, and I've realized recently how dependent I've become on Victoria to make me a happy person in general. Therefore, I see this as a good thing rather than a bad thing. We all know Victoria will eventually come home to me and by then we'll just go somewhere else rather than Tennessee.

Tennessee is actually been really okay. I just recently got a serving job at Steak n Shake, which kinds of sucks but, I seriously had to start somewhere. It's really been a good thing because I have no experience in working at a restaurant what so ever so I feel as if I can fuck up and not feel so pressured. It would have been real hard to start off at nicer restaurants that I had interviews with. Whatever makes me money currently is completely okay with me.

My dad: Things have been a bit better since I moved here to TN. We talk on the phone almost every day and he actually tells me he loves me. I feel as if so many kids take that kind of thing from their parents for granted. You never realize what you lose until it's gone. Hearing my dad say he loves me, even if it's at the end of the conversation, makes me feel like his daughter again. We still argue. He still is completely negative about everything, but overall it's been better.

A good example:

Just a day ago I told him about my recent job I got at S&S and how I'd be home for a week. I didn't know at the time that I wouldn't be staying long enough for Thanksgiving. I called him today after I sorted things out completely and told him I couldn't stay longer for Thanksgiving because of my new job and how they already are letting me take a week off even though I've had just two days of training and nothing else. He continued to tell me it was okay and didn't seem like it mattered. The next morning I wake up and check my phone and I have a text message that says "I wish you could stay for thanksgiving". I called him after I read the text message and we talked for a bit. He then asked again why I couldn't stay for Thanksgiving and started in on the guilt trips he hands out weekly. We argued for a bit about it and of course the same cycle of "me being right so now dad needs to pull out ANY negative thing about my life currently right then and there in that single conversation that orginally had NOTHING to do with what dad is about to say but somehow it will help him be right when we both know, he has nothing" bullshit. Does this make sense to anyone? Maybe you need to understand his personality a bit more.

I got a phone by the way. 1 207 756 4948.

I can't think of much else to say right now.

Maybe that my hair is getting longer?

I remembered...

I'm sick of Westbrook. I'm sick of everyone from Westbrook. How is this possible if I don't even live in Westbrook? I don't get how people I spent three years with, people I was sure I would graduate with, people who i've had amazing memories with when I was younger.. can still talk shit about me and not even be happy for me and the way my life has turned around. I know the answer. It's because you're all stuck in you're pathetic high school mentality and you can't shake the idea that maybe I'm really not coming back.

All I want right now is to be surrounded by nothing but positive people who have my best interest at heart.
All I want right now is to not be lonely.
All I want right now is to feel secure in whatever I chose to do currently.

I just really need someone who wants to know what I'm thinking.
I think going to Maine for a week will be a really good thing for me right now.
I've just been real sad for a while but I'll come out of it.

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here's a big fuck you

Oct. 21st, 2008 | 08:48 pm
mood: moody moody
music: mandala - circa survive

and here's a nice long laugh at thinking you can win at anything.

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How you gonna live with me on your back?

Sep. 22nd, 2008 | 06:46 am
mood: cold cold
music: i'm not for you - good old war







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clingy people

Sep. 20th, 2008 | 07:25 pm

suck.

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five hundred and forty miles

Sep. 13th, 2008 | 06:53 pm
mood: excited excited

is what i drove today. i'm half way to tennessee. i already miss victoria, ahaha. anthony green was fucking amazing.. just as i expected. i'll post pictures once my computer is settled in our house in cookeville. ahhh no matter what anyone says, anthony green will remain my BIGGEST musical inspiration ever.

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5 days

Sep. 8th, 2008 | 12:56 am
mood: nauseated nauseated
music: wish resign - circa survive

and anthony green is all mine... all over again.

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welcome to the generation of money makers

Sep. 5th, 2008 | 11:33 am
mood: nauseated nauseated
music: method acting - bright eyes

- i don't like when i get calls at 9 in the morning from the police
- i don't like feeling sick all the time.. especially right now
- i don't like people who can't confront me
- i don't like people who make fake myspaces to look at my page
- i don't like people who have multiple screen names so they can also look at my shit
- i don't like people who read this livejournal who really shouldn't be
- i don't like the way some peoples heads work
- i don't like pieces of shit
- i don't like people who try and argue against me when they have nothing to say
- i don't like people who try and fuck with me constantly

sometimes people are naive to try and get revenge against me.
try my best to keep my head.

last thing.. my dad has been SUCH a dick lately. he isn't even happy for me to leave. he doesn't care about what's in MY best interest rather than HIS. it has been entertaining to watch him kiss my ass recently because he thinks it will change the fact that we're never going to be "okay" with each other. all he does is bitch and complain about how i'm a "high school drop out"........it's absolutely redic that right now that is the top of his concern.. it's really not something i'm going to fucking worry about. despite this entry.. i'm in a great mood.

bangor for the weekend
home saturday/sunday
hanging out with jeff?
anthony green show on friday
leaving that next morning.. so you better be there to say hi

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cookeville, tenneessee

Sep. 3rd, 2008 | 11:28 pm
mood: strung
music: crickets

is where i'm heading to next. if you didn't already know. i'm not dropping out of school either. i just don't have to worry about school for right now.

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westbrook sucks

Aug. 30th, 2008 | 12:07 am
mood: motherly

nothing new.

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if there is one thing absolutely everyone should ever know about me:

Aug. 28th, 2008 | 04:21 am
mood: infuriated infuriated

it's i'm completely... utterly.. insanely... absolutely crazy about getting even... getting the last word... getting revenge. i have a passion for fucking people over who fucking deserve it. i have no remorse, no regrets, no feeling about it at all. i strongly believe in karma and strongly believe in creating it. if it makes me a shitty person, guess what? i don't give a fucking shit. the second you do me wrong is the second i start plotting against you. all these ways i've thought of sabotaging has come full circle and come into play. i don't feel bad about it at all.



this is the way i live.

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cowboy boots

Aug. 25th, 2008 | 07:15 pm
mood: calm calm

i got the perfect pair ever. i'm leaving for tenneessee soon. i don't know if i'm staying for anthony green or not. ugh. 

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3:33am

Aug. 24th, 2008 | 03:31 am
mood: tired tired

- i can't sleep
- ears hurt
- anxiety is gone
- too much sleeping
- too little sleeping
- alone
- restless
- ice
- stomach kills

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where do you go when it gets dark? and is there room for me there?

Aug. 17th, 2008 | 09:30 pm
mood: grateful grateful
music: miracle sun - anthony green

"I hope you know that for our entire lives, I'm here for you and will always do my best to make things at least a little better. You are going to change the world at least through everyone you meet and leave your beautiful mark on, because you're so unique and enthusiastic. Anything else I could say will just be more niceness of how much I adore you and how glad I am you're my sis. But I don't want your head to get too big. I love you forever little sis."

Months of sinking, submerging into this never ending cycle of feelings that affect me mentally and physically, I find myself at the summit. I can't find words to describe the lows but I can seem to grasp onto the concept of the highs. I am so lucky to have the family I have. For a while I felt as if I could never have the support system I have now, as if it was something completely unattainable. I am so grateful to have opened my eyes to the brighter side of things. I can't keep saying enough "thank you's" but I hope you all get the point.

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i see a mansard roof through the trees

Aug. 16th, 2008 | 08:13 pm
mood: drained drained
music: oxford comma - vampire weekend

I've come to realize lately that I learned a lot this year and this year isn't even over yet. As we get older you begin to realize how much you can affect someone elses life. The simplest or even more complex things can determine the next couple of days, weeks, months, or even years for another person. So instead of all this hating we all have become so accustomed to why can't we just simply be nice. Next time you do something drastic or even everyday event.. think about how you interact with everyone else. You have no idea what kind of impact you may make on someone elses life. You never know if these memories you're making right now will help someone else in the long run or just ruin their life. People don't care enough about anyone but themselves. I want to change that personally for myself. If I could say sorry to anyone I have affected greatly in the past I would. If I could have a face to face conversation with all the people who have embarked bad memories in my childhood, I'd thank them for making it possible for me to see both sides of how things work and prevent me from ever doing the same for someone else. It has got to start somewhere.

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gotta know how to raise a kitten

Aug. 13th, 2008 | 03:34 am
mood: tired tired
music: sundress - ben kweller

I've pinpointed it and let me drag it out of my old young body before i forget all about it. see here is exactly, how it goes: I'm thinking all these thoughts and it's nothing too out of the ordinary but somehow it's just like a window falling through another window, so on and so forth, your thoughts are constantly relating to some sort of previous memory. then you hit the target. you hit the nerve. your stomach feels hollow as you replay it all over. your stomach tissue is dissolving inside of your body. your whole entire.. i mean whole fucking entire body is aching, tightening, remembering. it drains everything out as you just picture event after event. i question myself. i question you. suddenly I'm filled with sadness after reminiscing everything that just brings me down. the process of doing so literally changes everything surrounding me in that exact momen
t. why do we play such sad movies in our heads?



- i cut my bangs straight across again. people like it.

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So now I'm forging ahead past all the plutocrats who sold me out

Aug. 12th, 2008 | 05:38 am
mood: excited excited

hahahhahaha. all i can do right now is laugh at everyone. literally.

1) my relationship with my dad is over.
2) i am not sad about our relationship being over.

that's pretty much all. i've never felt so...carefree? or nonchalant about everything that is going on.

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what's wrong with the world?

Aug. 11th, 2008 | 12:04 pm
mood: annoyed annoyed
music: where is the love - black eyed peas

I really dislike anyone who thinks age can define things in life. Just because you're older doesn't mean fucking shit. I've been constantly proven that even people who think they are so mature and refined in life are still the same old trash they were when they were younger. Yes, you're trash. On a better note, Victoria and I are home alone right now for the first time in fucking ever. I slept in really late today. I had a string of WEIRD fucked up dreams, like always. I slept through the night which was amazing. I always wake up after an hour or so of sleeping and never can fall back to sleep. School is starting soon. I already have staff on my case. I always get in so much shit with them and the funny part is I never say anything negative back to them, always a one answer response. If I get kicked out of Westbrook this year I'll probably switch to Deering or something. I honestly don't even care. Everyone in Westbrook is pretty much the same shit hence why I don't make effort to hang out with any of you. Actually I take some of that back, yes the majority of my own grade doesn't annoy the shit out of me.. some of them at least. I'm in a pretty "fuck off" mood this morning. I'll feel better later though.


- 32 days until Anthony Green arrives in Portland,ME

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kitten coloring book

Aug. 10th, 2008 | 04:18 pm
mood: good good
music: fallin - alicia keys

so to sum up this summer, i'd say i didn't do shit. i'm in no rush to go out like i used to. my parents have been feeling lucky because the longest i'm gone is a few days. compared to the shit i used to pull and get away with, i'd say this summer i've been overall an alright kid.




^ is all victoria and i have done all weekend.
it's pretty obvious we're not just coloring for the fun of it.
i'm pretty sure my mom is aware of what i do and what i don't
she'd rather me be home than out so she never really says anything.





ugh.

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so today we were driving around a lot

Aug. 9th, 2008 | 09:39 pm
mood: awake
music: gravity rides everything - modest mouse

and we were at a light and it was green for a while and my mom beeps the horn and goes "LETS GO IT'S BEEN GREEN FOR FIVE MINUTES" and some chick in the passenger seat turns around and like flips us off and is like mouthing something and then all of the sudden my mom rolls down the window and goes "DON'T GIVE ME A ATTITUDE YOU FUCKING SLUT"

i bought all my paint and shit for my room but didn't paint it yet.
my mom is buying nutella and stuff to make crapes right now.
i've been really in a huge daze all day.

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