softcore:

for the most part.

I can’t be the only teenager on the face of the planet who watches the news.

dude, I watch the news.

It’s like 30 degreze out and it’s the bay area california!!! ugg i hate  cold weather.

I wander the streets with my cross to bear
And I look around with my shrink wrapped eyes
Broken glass everywhere, people pissing in the streets as if they just don’t care

My life, the nutshell
I don’t want to be this fucked up individual anymore
I want to be better than this, but it seems as if I am the same old whore

I can no longer distinguish between sloppy teenage sex and a real connection
So I just drown my thoughts in bottle of vodka and those thoughts wither away

I’m stuck in a place where apathy key
Because i’ve been on the train ride to hell
Eyes glowing red, faces dripping
I begin to cry, my sense of reality is slipping

Never in my life has something been on fast forward, reverse, and pause at the same time
After what seemed like an eternity the doors open
I step outside and everything becomes sublime

Many emotions ran through my head
I lived every bad memory i’ve ever had

I remember my loss of innocence
At the time a thrill and new thing but after I couldn’t look you in the eyes
I never saw you after that night but I got something from you as you took something away

For the last few weeks something has become very evident
I trust it completely, though it has the potential for a severed connection
I’m done living with the “what if’s” and the “why didn’t I’s”

This is no new years resolution, for everyday is a new to day to start again
We’ll see where this takes me…