Thursday, February 12, 2004
does it hurt when you think about me? and how broken my heart is.
Mood: Sad
Listening To: "Empty Apartment" - Yellowcard
Um yea, school sucked. I did my schedule, next year i swear i have to do no real work. it cant get much better then that. yea go 12th grade.
After school me jess and megan walked around for a bit then came back to my house. they taught me their time warp dance and what not.. it was good stuff.. and at open mic night we were the first homosexul threesome and yea we dont mind. jess had us stalking the night school looking for brent, but no such luck. we couldnt find him anywhere.. and then i had to leave before bruce went on and i felt really bad cuz he was the only reason that i went.. and then i had to leave :( but he just called and apparently they didnt go on at all, so i dont feel so bad.. but that sucks..
gah. i just wanna die, im in such a horribly depressing mood. it sucks. i hate life.. and everythings horrible. i cant just fucking paint a smile and pretend that im ok anymore, because im not. im hurting so bad, and everythings so confusing. i dont know shit. i heart you.
<33 nicole
Another day passes by. Another attempt at love. Remains unrequited.
Why do I even bother? I should have learned from the past. I am but a statue.
Impervious to love. This punctured heart is mine. Becomes a handful of dust. Dust.
Hope has now wilted away. Wilted. Along with these dreams. That became emptiness.
A final exit becomes clear. I am self destructive. A product of this solitude.
I am riddled with shards. One simple wish now dies. Was my request so great?
Posted at 10:53 pm by nicoLe
