Going out driving by myself.
Fun times.
<.<.
.>.
First time..out driving, by myself, for a distance greater then a couple miles.
*has to go to the other side of the island*
We'll uh...see how it goes...
*is a nervous wreck*
http://www.you
The song I listen to while making my new rp.
*flex*
Swept aside like the leaves of autumn.
Forgotten like the Necromonicon
Lost like a blind man in the dark
Feeling around, fingers grasping for you
For a moment I swore I felt your touch
But then I learned that it wasnt your touch
It was just a memory of you.
Did you forget,
All the times we held each other?
Did you forget,
Everything we once held dear?
All those nights we were together.
Those mornings, where we awoke beside each other.
Did you forget how it felt to say I love you to me?
I guess so. You seem better now.
Swept aside.
Like the leaves of autumn.
Ignored in their little pile.
and like them.
As they grow more ignored
They shrivel and die.
Leave it to your hero, to make you feel like shit right?
One upon a time, once upon a time.
once upon....a time.
Another sleepless night.
Brought on by reading old texts.
Oddly enough
They dont upset me.
Not the last one atleast.
It brought a smile to my face.
And hope.
That silly thing.
That settles it.
Its done.
Just want to know.
I'm important to someone.
That I was important at some time.
That I still mean something.
Anything.
And I'd love a hug.
Well, since the rp's I'm in seem to have died.
I'm going to be making my own.
Will have more info up later.
Mandacity.
We are swimming in mandacity.
Playing with ideas and hopes.
Dripping with the saturation that is mandacity.
Living in memories we thought were true.
Only to dream them as they were.
Mandacity.
Leaving the house.
No reason to be here.
Self-esteem right now?
0.
But hey, I'm working on that.
Later gators.
http://www.you
Song makes me giggle, thanks to Genie and his interuption xD
I...feel horrid..
Who am I?
A question asked by many.
We go through this life.
Trying to define ourselves.
With the opinions of others.
Who am I?
I honestly do not know.
But I am willing to bet.
That there are those.
Who have an idea.
But are not willing to share.
Who do I think I am?
A loyal best friend.
A loving son.
Who am I?
Someone who is trying.
Bored. ;-;
What to do, what to do.
What to dream, what to dream.
Can I find hope?
In what dreams shall I soar.
Now that I have no more.
Hows that for pretty poetry? xD