I just want to get the hell out of here. Away from everything. Just gone. I just want, want want want. I want to be accepted. Totally, and without exception. I want people to accept me when I am happy, sad, angry, apathetic, spazzed-out, ecstatic, hyper-off-the-wall, ALL OF IT. I want everyone to accept me through all of it. Everyone.

I just ranted on someone else's journal. Yeah, talk of homophobia gets me a bit riled... whoops. :/

Just posted a new blog entry. If you want to check it out, here's the link:

http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAll&friendID=13365...

CAUTION: Contains sadness and self-pity. Read at your own risk.

Now I'm going to go try and finish Chapter Seven.

Hugs amigos.

"After all, tomorrow is another day." - Scarlett O'Hara

So... In the next few paragraphs, words or sentences, I'm going to try to tel l you all how I feel.

Hopelessness
Helplessness
Sadness

I feel kinda bad, got into an argument with my mom in 2 different parking lots, just feel like i did something so wrong because she said she was depressed about the usual, and was like take me home and just ope that she just doesn't do anything...

So, I broke up with my girlfriend. It was my fault, and my doing. This is what happened:

For the last few days I've started to not only contemplate, but accept, the possibility of suicide. Actually I think I've been thinking about it for years.

It's been quite some time since I last wrote to you guys, and I'm hurt. Very hurt.

Something's happening...I need to take control. I'm going to tell you all about my past. There was a time in my life, when I hated myself.
Literally. I despised me myself and I.

Walking briskly, white wind in my face.
I've come a long way to be in this place.
I see you there judging my case
But I walk right past you to be a star.
Shooting madly across the sky.
To be like a star in someones eye.

I want to impress you with what I can do.
I want to confess all the way through.
I want to be a star in the sky.
I want to be there in your eye.