|
|
Joyce
| Main blog: | cracked-mirror | | Birthday: | May 8th | | Gender: | Female | | Occupation: | Student | | Religion: | Christianity | | Race/lineage: | Asian | | Location: | United States |
| Email: |  | | AOL: |  |
| Height: | 5' 7" (170 cm) | | Eyes: | Brown | | Hair Color: | Black Brown | | Hair Style: | Straight - Medium |
| Relationship Status: | Single - Never Married | | Sexual Preference: | Straight/Heterosexual | | Astrological Sign: | Taurus (April 20 - May 20) | | Exercise: | Occasionally |
| Books: | Perks of Being a Wallflower, Prozac Nation, Girl, Interrupted, Brave New World, Fountainhead, The Color Purple, Fight Club, Choke, Slaughterhouse Five | | Authors: | Chuck Palahniuk, Elizabeth Wurtzel, Ayn Rand, William Blake, Kurt Vonnegut, John Milton | | Bands/Artists: | Death Cab for Cutie, Postal Service, Muse, Jason Mraz, Sarah McLachlan, Arcade Fire, Maroon 5, Killers, Vertical Horizon, Aimee Mann, Beck, Ben Lee, Damien Rice, Eisley, Elliott Smith, Frou Frou, Jump, Little Children, Joseph Arthur, Radiohead, Straylight Run, Sugarcult, Shins, Used, Jars of Clay, Jeremy Camp, Ginny Owens | | Movies: | Fight Club, Blow, Trainspotting, 21 Grams, Magnolia, Lost in Translation, American Beauty, Zoolander, Finding Nemo, Lilo and Stitch, Monsters Inc, Momento, Donnie Darko, Moulin Rouge, Big Fish, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Garden State, Usual Suspects, Pulp Fiction, Edward Scissorhands, Finding Neverland |
bigger, better things
i don't want to think. don't let it happen
because i don't think you understand or want to listen to this one.
so. . .
it's the first part where we don't sync up. i can ignore it and rinse and repeat things like i did with chris.
i don't want to think.
What if we're nothing more than brainless blips? and if we are actually more, then isn't it obvious Whose responsible?
and I want to go home.
I want to be rid of this place. I want to go home to Him. I love him more than you. I do. boil it down and i do.
I just didn't htink i'd be making that choice again.
emo ditties for a night
letting the words simply escape from my brain onto a page of some form
some written proof that they were thoughts composed in my head
it comes out in a mix of code, numbers, dramatacies and fun times!
so here's one:
Numbers
number one: tell them I love them
number 21: terror
undulate through the ages, through the emotions
and goals and maybe even the loves gained and lost
then twenty nine to equal 11 when I
made that first incision in my skin
O the confusion! eleven in its 1 past ten
my favorite number so my kids
believe me I’ve tried! I’ve
bent...
no need for this anyway
there's a desperate self deprecating abuse i'm willing to take.
there's a decent amount of self injury i'll endure.
there's a lot of mind fucks i'll tolerate.
i ignore problems.
this time i'll change. i said i would haha.
i'll hurt myself before i hurt you. this will in turn hurt you. i will turn myself into a weapon because i don't know how to detach my heart from the gun that's willing to shoot right through me to get you.
i'll make this all a beautiful disaster and remember that things will always be fucked up.
something about us
i can't listen to something about us without thinking of you these days
and i know you don't feel the same
so i'll try to sync my feelings up with yours
and these will fade with time
|
|
