Fuck you too.
I cant...
I'm not even going to try anymore.
I'm tired of asking.
i'm tired of begging.
I'm tired of trying so fucking hard.
And either not being appreiciated, or
For you to even care.
So.
I'm giving up.
Way to go to everyone.
I'm actually giving up.
Fuck off.
( And if you are pissed by this message, dont bother. I wont even discuss it. )

It's labor day weekend.
fun.

Another day.
Another clock punching.
No really.
I have a punch card.
Its awesome.

-So
Since I cannot rant.
Atleast where people can read, see, or hear.
Interesting tid bit.
Chicken.
Shouldnt taste like.
Something it shouldnt.
That...was weird.
Not un eatable.
because i ate it.
And it tasted good.
But it didnt taste like chicken.
And what it did taste like well....
I cant say.
Because well...I cant.
Well, I can.
But I wont.

Know what? I'll just hold my tongue and smile.
Its what the whole fucking world wants me to do anyways.
Heaven forbid I have someone to talk to.

--Is tired of all the hypocritsy.

Everyone has to face joy.
But the question is if you will do it alone.
And everyone has to come to terms with disapointment.
But will you meet with it alone?
And when regret, pain, and guilt rear their ugly heads.
Will you stand to meet them, with close friends at your back?
Or will you be alone?
Know this.
I will never leave the ones I love.
Alone.

A Queen isnt a Queen.
Untill she makes the Joker pay.
And the Joker doesnt pay.
Untill he is the Queens fool.
Once payment is made.
And the Queen is a Queen.
And the Joker is her fool.
An exchange is made.
A replacement if you will.
The Joker becomes the worlds Fool.
And the Queen gets to make someone else pay.

The weeping Willow is growing.
The Stone fence is done.
The Glade has returned to its living self.
Hes sitting now you can see him.
Sitting upon his throne.
Watching as people move down the road.
Passed his Weeping Willow.
His eyes are moving.
Darting from face to face.
Looking for someone.
Jut not anyone.
That someone who
So long ago shared his Willow throne.
Strangers continue to meet his gaze.
And with each pass he grows more uneased.
The roses are in bloom.
The pompomps in full swing.
The Great Weeping Willow soars into the sky.
Daring all to attempt to harm its charge.
For the Great Weeping Willow knows.
All to well how something precious can be lost.
When one does not take too great of care.
And so it guards its king, its master.
Protecting him within the confines of his kingdom.
And he will sit and stare.
Welcoming any who wish to stop.

Isnt that something?
Am I going to say what it is?
No.
But its something.

Was..in an awesome mood the last couple days.
Up untill the fight with Sydney tonight.
And once again.
my reasons for not talking to people
And bottling shit up is further strengthened.
Because when I do freaking open up
I get yelled at.
and just..yeah.
So, there you go.
Awesome four days.
Hoping tomorrow will be as well.
Though, from the sounds of it.
Its going to be boring as hell.

*puts finger to forehead, does weird little salute thing*
Off to bed.
Have to punch the clock tomorrow.
Always found that saying amusing.
Punching the clock.
tehe.
Anywho, later gators.

know whats funny?
Being let down isnt even a surprise anymore.
Its when I'm not let down
That I'm surprised.

Damn nightmares.
I'm sleeping...ish.
I wake up several times during the night..

I need it you know?
please?
I know I know, I sound emo.
I'm just...I don't know.
I just..meh
whatever.
I'll be fine.
Just need a night of no nightmares yes?
Yes.
So...to bed I go.
Yup.
Off I go.

Going to the movies.
Tired of being in the house.
It gets to you.

The biggest joke of the year.

Nothing better.

Going out driving.
I've got tons of errands.
And...I need to clear my head.
I'll..be back online whenever.
Not like I have much of a reason to be online.

I had a really bad nightmare last night.
One thats...really shaken me pretty badly.
I'm scared to close my eyes, I havent eaten all day, and I'm starting to shake.
I've never had a nightmare as bad as that..or as vivid.
Or one that I felt after words.
I can still feel it.
And it scares me..

Whelp
1 in the morning
Eyes dropping.
Barely breathing.
Sounds like bed time.
*wanders off to crash*