I'm slowly spinning out of control..
who am i anymore?
djm
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Saturday, October 11, 2008
baby falling from your mouth.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_CrRo33q9k
I cried.
I'm crying.
Changed my life.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
djm
I cried.
I'm crying.
Changed my life.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
djm
Or are we ashes and wine?
So I am sitting here on my floor and I can’t stop talking to myself about last night. Fuck. I never really knew how real this was until last night.
My hands are still shaking as I write this right now. I’m scared. I’ve been told that the hardest thing and the right thing are the same, but I mean.. I’m just 19. You’re just 19. What are we supposed to really know about life? When do we draw the line in the sand and finally ask for help. One thing I do know, is I don’t want to lose the one thing that means the most to me, LAK.
You have held my hand, smiled when I cried, and laughed when I drunkenly danced to the Pussy Cat Dolls. Know god please know how much I love you and how much you mean to me.
Keep holding on. Don’t do what I have done. Don’t be me. Flirting with life isn’t worth it. When its gone, it’s gone. The trees, the air, your family, everything sealed up like a shrine, and you are nothing but a memory.
Someone once told me to always look up and no matter what happens the drowning will stop, and you will learn how to swim again. I’ve been there. I understand. Your lungs are caving in. Your heart has nothing left to give. You’re shrinking, you’re failing, you’re dying.
Fear is only fear if you let if happen, so don’t you dare let go of my hand. We can get through this, all you need to do is just keep holding. I’m not going anywhere. You and me, me and you, everyday always.
I love you best friend.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
djm
My hands are still shaking as I write this right now. I’m scared. I’ve been told that the hardest thing and the right thing are the same, but I mean.. I’m just 19. You’re just 19. What are we supposed to really know about life? When do we draw the line in the sand and finally ask for help. One thing I do know, is I don’t want to lose the one thing that means the most to me, LAK.
You have held my hand, smiled when I cried, and laughed when I drunkenly danced to the Pussy Cat Dolls. Know god please know how much I love you and how much you mean to me.
Keep holding on. Don’t do what I have done. Don’t be me. Flirting with life isn’t worth it. When its gone, it’s gone. The trees, the air, your family, everything sealed up like a shrine, and you are nothing but a memory.
Someone once told me to always look up and no matter what happens the drowning will stop, and you will learn how to swim again. I’ve been there. I understand. Your lungs are caving in. Your heart has nothing left to give. You’re shrinking, you’re failing, you’re dying.
Fear is only fear if you let if happen, so don’t you dare let go of my hand. We can get through this, all you need to do is just keep holding. I’m not going anywhere. You and me, me and you, everyday always.
I love you best friend.
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.
djm
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