Love..
Such a ******* word filled
with lies and broken
promises..
This is a word for people
who believe in happy
endings, this will never truly
come to those who don't.

Work.
Work.
Work.
Test.
Test.
Test.
Notes.
Notes.
Notes.




This ******* school makes me want to shoot myself.
Can NOT wait till our little judgment day.

Its Not The Way The Knife Goes That Matters,
Its The Way The Blood Squirts That Does.

Hes... perfect.
Everything ive ever wanted.
Its real this time, for me.
And I admitted it to myself, so there isnt any backing down.
I just wish I knew what he felt, if he likes me like he does her.

Real Eyes,
                 Realize,
                              Real Lies*.

Quiet minds are always the Killers.

Maybe next month or next year I will feel the calmness rush through me as I feel the last beat of your heart and the Deadness fill your eyes.

You know love?
Its ******* *******. Absolute utter ******* ******* that the world feeds you to think that maybe, just maybe someone out there will actually be mine. But no of course not, di not believe in love it ***** you everytime and walks away.

He's back... and he makes
me smile like he's known me
forever.

I think its funny
I think its sad
That the dreams in which i'm dying
Are the best i've ever had.

K.

Make me believe, in this future.
                                In this life.
                                In Love.
                                That maybe i'll be happy.


Because I finally found that one person, that makes me okay. Calm. Collected. Yet at the same time spiraling out of control. I wish I was there.

The sole fact that you have
to tell me that there's nothing
wrong with me, is a big hint
that there is.
And I see it now, I didn't
when you said it but, GOD,
do I do now...

Do not come to me with apologies and ask of my forgiveness.
I do not want nor do I need you.
You are below me, and I will see to it that you be removed from this Planet.
By.
My.
Own.
*******.
Hands.

It hurts.
To look at you and you completely look passed.
It hurts.
Because I don't what else to do but want you.
It feels like I need you, and I do.


And **** is it Hell.

I am not scared for the things waiting for me.
I know I will feel the rush of blood over my hands and hear the screams of terror once more.
I am a Killer.
And one day.
I will **** your *** with vigor.

No one can see them

Its not the same as the last "loves" that ive had.
Its new.
Its real this time.. and I know it
And I want it, but I dont think it wants me

The Noble War is the one that I face.
The Noble War will leave blood in the streets.
The Noble War,
Is coming.

Be ready.

I want him.
I admit finally...
I want him and I dont know how to stop.

I did not know him in my past, personally.
But to have the honour to ****** with you, Jeff.
That thought is just...

Murderous.

The main thing I want,
                        

                                      Is for someone to ask, "Are you ok?"

Me too say "i'm fine, just tired."

                                     And for them to look me dead in the eye, hug me tight, and say, " I know your not."

What if just for the moment,
I'm gone?

Without warning,
Just starting to disintegrate
Into nothing.