Emery.

Jul
30th

Thu

Dear diary;;

Um no. I hate diaries. The word reminds me of diaria or something. hahh.

Today I lost interest in reading.

Okay bye.

Jul
28th

Tue

I’m a poet and I don’t even know it.

There is a stone wall

seperating me from you

seperating truth from lie

It’s hard giving up

on something I used

to trust my heart with,

but easy to

run away from reality.

I question if my

fate is imminent

and watch helplessly

as my dreams

turn into stardust.

Jul
27th

Mon

Faith is such a strong word these days.

The title’s self explanatory.

Jul
26th

Sun

I’m falling in and out of love, finally stopping what we’re made of.

— The Morning Light

What a waste of a perfectly good blog.

Yeah, long day. I don’t even want to talk about it.

Goodnight.

Jul
24th

Fri

I’m thinking of the worst things, that I could say to you. But a promise doesn’t mean a thing, anymore.

— Mayday Parade.

It’s Getting to Me.

Everything I do reminds me of you. Every happy movie, every sad song, every couple around the corner, makes me remember. And I can’t really decide if I want to forget.

Jul
23rd

Thu

What would you say if I told you that all I thought about was you since you’ve been gone.

— Between the Trees

You know what’s fucking annoying? When people mow their lawns at like eight thirty in the morning. I mean, who does that? I woke up to freaking annoying buzzing of my neighbor’s mower, and now I’m blogging at the computer when I should be sleeping. Going to bed at four a.m. entitles a person to sleep until at least 12:30. Especially in the summertime.