Between the Sheets

I feel like I'm never going to be good enough for him. Or anyone, for that matter. Karma is a bitch, though. I think it's all biting you right in the ass. I feel bad, but I'm laughing hysterically at the same time.
This is all for you. Everything.

"I want to be good for you." "I know."

Disappear

I'm going to disappear for a while. I need to. I hate myself and what I've become. Completely and utterly.



I'm getting therapy so hopefully when I return I'll be a little better. I'll probably still write here, though. If not then I have a livejournal. ANNAchronimuss is the name. Yeah I left out an S on accident/purpose.

I don't think I could possibly hate myself more than I do right now.

The Hunger

I am so starving.

At the Bottom of the Ocean

Do you ever get that sinking feeling? The one where you feel like all of your insides have turned to stone? Every breath you take lets you dispose of the icy cold air that is filling your soul, only to take that air right back inside of you. Your heart seems as if it sinks into your stomach which still manages to feel completely empty. You feel alone. You close your eyes and see nothing. You feel nothing other than the freezing cold loneliness that is your body. Your circulation slows.. enabling your hands and fingers to feel icy. With this feeling, you could be anywhere with anyone and still feel alone. All you can do is wait it out. All you can do it wait. All you can do, is wait.


Well, I'm tired of waiting. Waiting for this feeling to go away. Waiting for you.

Sink Into Me.

In April of 2009, an oak tree fell on my dad's house. It destroyed the roof of the house, my kitchen, my brother's room, a lot of windows, and appliances. Seeing as how the roof was destroyed, rain gave through to water damage. Well, a little group of men has been slowly restoring our house. As of right now our living room and kitchen area is almost finished. We're working really hard to make our 'new' house as amazing as we can possibly get it to be. The contractor said we can basically sell it on the market as a completely new house.
Anyway, the men that have been working on our house have also been stealing things.. like copper wire and light fixtures. Hopefully my dad will say something about it to the contractor. But, nonetheless, the house will probably be ready within the next 3-4 weeks. I'm extremely excited.

Another note.. how am I supposed to be your friend if you're ignoring me?