| To all of those of you who cut and still come to this web-site. I've changed a lot. It's been a good two years since I stopped cutting myself, but as you can see I went through a lot. I found this while I was looking at my friends old sites. I can't believe I remembered the password. Anyways, I just want to let you all know, if you are still cutting and need someone to talk too you can visit my new site and post me. www.xanga.com/crazyj4
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| The curtains close on the stage as my life filters like smoke throughout the auditorium. I vanish like a silver lined figure dancing in the dark. The vision of the moon reflecting on my small feet. Yet in another instant she is gone. |
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| - What I gotThis Saturday was great I went to Hampton Inn with Christine and we did karaokee and met 2 guys and it was great yup yup great fun. |
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| I haven't written in a few months, I've been trying to let my site calm down. Don't get me wrong I love your comments, but it's not a fucking chat room. (I'm sorry if you're offended)
The nights are long as I sit outside awaiting to new day, although not sure of what good it will bring. I stand alone looking over the bay. Is there someone else out there? Are they staring back at me? I wish I could fly, away from everyone just to regain my normal thoughts. I hate being surrounded by people. If people could drive me crazy, crazier than I already am, then I would long be dead. Yet people can't drive me clinically insane, they can only aggitate me to no return. |
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| The lights swarm my head creating an opening to my world. Like a crab finding a new shell. I feel as though I've outgrown my own body as I have used all the intelligence from my brian.
A little girl sits in a corner waiting for someone to help her, help never comes and her body numbly fades away. |
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