now i have no escape.
fuck.


travels with my mom.travels with my momtravels with my mom.
backseat full of bags
and a cooler;
thanksgiving dinner
ipod in my ears book in my hand 13 hours of travel ahead of me and my mom.. thanksgiving is a time for family, we agree. so no yelling. for now. laughing as she misses the first turn off our road. laughing just like old times. and it almost was like old times almost. except my laugh was fake. except my long sleeves were hiding scars except my tongue was holding insults oh, so ready to be flung


picture perfectthe city tonight people walking about lost in their own lives but barely living. overlooking beauty so close- yet so far from here. turn out these neon lights and the stars just mightpicture perfect
be enough to show this city what the bright lights really are. close your eyes and lose yourself somewhere just beyond the sound
of th


where i'm fromi am from winter from tylonal and children's asprin i am from the pieces of our broken home somewhere between the yelling and the silence there i was i am from the old oak the flower garden that would light up my summers if only for awhilewhere i'm from
i am from music and cancer from br***** and mi***** i'm from the push-overs and the step-ups from "take it like a man!" and "listen to your father!" i'm from colourful church dresses on a sunday morning and the smiles of the congragation
i'm from here and there leftover beans and cold so


i'm so recyclableall you plastic girls in your plastic worlds i thought we were so different until i realized that im plastic too this smile isnt real although it has you fooled. the thing id like to give you most right now is a mile in my shoes theres things to me that you would never guessi'm so recyclable
could never imagine you dont have a clue you plastic girls in your plastic worlds let me start
by letting you know im plastic too.
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Writers Block is my Arch Nemesis. It is Evil, and must be Destroyed.
/l、
゙(゚、 。 7 Kitteh!
l、゙ ~ヽ
じしf_, )ノ
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the best you could
[hope to be]
is now just a bittersweet
[memory]
Brad/CJ forever? </3
'what am i supposed to do
when the best part of me,
was always you?
[[i'm falling to pieces...]]'
The Script </3
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Those who laugh last...didn't get it.
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Writers Block is my Arch Nemesis. It is Evil, and must be Destroyed.
/l、
゙(゚、 。 7 Kitteh!
l、゙ ~ヽ
じしf_, )ノ
--
I support To Write Love On Her Arms
*RawEm0tion
I love your journal
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The only way creativity is wasted is if it is not used. There are no rights or wrongs. There are no imperfections, no limits, no rules. One must simply use the talents one has to the utmost to be a success.
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Writers Block is my Arch Nemesis. It is Evil, and must be Destroyed.
/l、
゙(゚、 。 7 Kitteh!
l、゙ ~ヽ
じしf_, )ノ
:]
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I support To Write Love On Her Arms
*RawEm0tion
--
Writers Block is my Arch Nemesis. It is Evil, and must be Destroyed.
/l、
゙(゚、 。 7 Kitteh!
l、゙ ~ヽ
じしf_, )ノ
how are you?
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I support To Write Love On Her Arms
*RawEm0tion
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