Well, what am I suppose to say right now, theres not much too say. I've written so much new work but none of them feel worth it. I guess i'm just babbling, babbling because I can and no one cares. And if someone is reading this, don't give me that sentimental pitty bullshit about, "I care, you can open up to me" because honest to some ******** god, I DON'T CARE. I don't need your help, I don't need anyone's help. I can do it..I can do it all, or can I? I don't know but this mindless rant is just..bah, no words in such a small and dense vocabulary that I call my own can describe it. I have no words for it. I feel like I kissed a ghost, i can smell the scent of the ghost, I can smell this, spectrum, and feel it as it, it feels oh so real yet oh so cold. ******** it, I give. I've been sitting here for an hour and only manged to accomplish this. Happy Journal Entry.
Rio-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o
Rio Muerto · Tue Jan 17, 2006 @ 07:51am · 2 Comments |