The needle pierces my epidermis

It is fasinating to watch yourself be pricked, and from the line comes art... Hello butterfly tattoo. Inspire me to be free, more than skin deep.

God Givith and He Takeith.

So merry xmas.
i find out that the second person from my graduating class has died.
On xmas day. in a hospital.
her number is still in my phone.

im numb, i cant believe it. its not fair, and i know everyone is hurting. why on xmas?

Merry xmas. at least shes up there to enjoy the birthday party.

Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Mind....

You know, i try so hard to enjoy the holidays.

The most wonderful time of the year, my ass.

Silverware?

I believe in the power of plastic eating utinsils.

If i werent getting a butterfly tattoo, i would tattoo a reminder to be the metaphor upon myself. Or Most Beautiful Plague. Im like that. Walking contradiction.

Can't sleep... Clown will eat me. Can't sleep... Clown will eat me.

Destiny.

I remember writing this novel over a period of two years. and then i dropped it.
as i read through it, i remember how i felt. how i wanted to feel when i wrote it.

i think i may pick it up someday. maybe for an hour a day. we shall see.

Facebook Statuses!

Does it count as a college sterotype to be so excited for making real food that im standing, watching and waiting for the water to boil?

Purple.

next time someone answers the phone with "yellow" instead of hello, i'm going to scream a random color and hang up:)

Free my Butterfly.

there is a certain crispness in the air.

i feel it everytime i step outside

and breathe.

i feel you out here,

how you intertwine yourself in my sight

when my eyes are closed, tight, shut.

its a messed up feeling inside of me

i feel it in the cheeks when i bite

the inside of my mouth, suppressing

how i feel, what i long to say.

just stay away from me.

you're tearing me apart

as you mold me like clay on a wheel

i feel my identity being stripped away.

bare, bricked, boom, im down on the floor

pieces of my skin and brain and eyelashes

pushed and grinded into the rug

shredded like a moth by the flame in which it flies...

just walk away.

im tired of being destroyed.

im tired of trying so hard.