So I'm sitting here and I have come to a certain conclusion. The levels of a certain chemical of my body have risen to a dangerous level as od recently, and this has caused a rise in the pressure of my bloodstream, resulting in rckless behavioural functions and a loose regiment of sticking to my daily routine.

in other words, I'm stressed. majorly.

"I'll be dead by dawn..."
Raw Rock Kills

Okay...this is it. life...in it's dullest form.

I wrote this poem the other day...the latest newest thing I have written...but I won't post it yet. it's nto in front of me.

i heart new poetry. rereading books is kinda cool too. specially good ones. I would also like to takt this moment to express my gratitutde to all the fanfic writers out there who make my life better. thank you for making my life a better place with your writings and great appreciation for in-characterness.

i love you all. and I love waffle house. which is where I am headed. over and out.

18. Welcome To The End

"welcome home" she said to me
"let's hide away before they see. i need
so much to be alone with you, i do"
"come with me" she took my hand
"please try to help me understand"
so pointless when my heart has
turned to stone, i know
"i wish we could" she whispered near
"go someplace far away from here."
while hoping that small voice would
disappear that said "welcome to the
end"

I am breaking the lyric post habit with a post not containing lyrics.

"You always say goodbye...goodnight..."

okay. so i lied. damn.

RIP
::The Juliana Theory::
1997-2006

As soon as a scanner is forseen in my future, some personal drawings will surface. Some cool...some notsomuch. New lyrics. Happy-Valentines-Day. fool.

"With blood shot eyes I watch you sleeping
The warmth I feel beside me is slowly fading
Would she hear me, if I called her name?
Would she hold me if she if she new my shame?

There’s always something different going wrong
The path I walk in the wrong direction
There’s always someone ******* hanging on
Can anybody help me make things better?"

The Poison

Hawthorne Heights: "Where Can I Stab Myself In The Ears"

I guess I could've sent a letter from the road
With words that always meant more then updates on the phone
The signals fading fast and the ink is running out
The words repeating as I'm better from my mouth

Please hold me tightly, I don't care if I can breathe tonight
Forget these lungs their jealousy your burning up but I can't leave this all behind
Forget these lungs their jealousy your burning up but I can't leave this all behind

Behind your back talking like knives
And I can hardly breathe
Sharpen your tongue the rest of your life
And I can not believe anything that you say

Please hold me tightly, I don't care if I can breathe tonight
Forget these lungs their jealousy your burning up but I can't leave this all behind
Forget these lungs their jealousy your burning up but I can't leave this all behind

So your the fire and I'm the water
I am the balance and you are the color
I wont forget you when we're not together
This is the ending, it's my surrender

(So your the fire and I'm the water
I am the balance and you are the color
I wont forget you when we're not together
This is the ending, it's my surrender)

Please hold me tightly, I don't care if I can breathe tonight
Forget these lungs their jealousy your burning up but I can't leave this all behind
Forget these lungs their jealousy your burning up but I can't leave