About Me
i ride trains on occasion
age: 27 (Dec 30, 1985)
MEMBER SINCE: October 2005
occupation: sales bitch
heroes: transexuals
makes me happy: stormy days, new additions to my body, being loved, good music, and alcohol.
most humbling moment: ummm no
fantasy: i have too many sick fantasys to have only one but the newest one doesnt involve you.
sign: pantystealer hahhahaha
BLOGS
things have changed so much when you think they have hardly changed at all. its all above thrown in the air and you walk underneath unexpected til its all over you. like bird shit. rubbed in your hair gum and peanutbutter and you cant get it out. no matter how hard you try til you give in. chop it all off. pure frustration.
the right way or the wrong way whos to choose except for yourself. til you realize your not capable of making that decision. do you get even or just let it go? be the bigger somebody or the lower dog. the no body.
leave what you thought was finally real. and you only know no chance in hell. how can that be real. hear you father slur the words so harsh they stop your breath and you mother backs them up and you wonder am i really that big of a problem? am i the one who put them on antidepressents? and then your mind opens and your eyes close and you know the truth. that is all true. the failure. the loser. the whore.
one slap after the other til your face is red and your nose it bleeds but then your shoulders sag and you let the current take you, drag you under. theres no time to breath. just float. shut off every feeling and everything you thought you where working for, fighting for. until the time to rise comes and you take a deep breath.
when ever that is.
the right way or the wrong way whos to choose except for yourself. til you realize your not capable of making that decision. do you get even or just let it go? be the bigger somebody or the lower dog. the no body.
leave what you thought was finally real. and you only know no chance in hell. how can that be real. hear you father slur the words so harsh they stop your breath and you mother backs them up and you wonder am i really that big of a problem? am i the one who put them on antidepressents? and then your mind opens and your eyes close and you know the truth. that is all true. the failure. the loser. the whore.
one slap after the other til your face is red and your nose it bleeds but then your shoulders sag and you let the current take you, drag you under. theres no time to breath. just float. shut off every feeling and everything you thought you where working for, fighting for. until the time to rise comes and you take a deep breath.
when ever that is.
SEPTEMBER 2011
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