http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/ My Promise Wed, 30 May 2007 01:40:03 PDT http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2007. http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/archive/34.html Wed, 30 May 2007 06:39:38 GMT I just wanted you to know that it was never, ever, ever, ever, about anyone else but you. I've always cared about your happiness more than my own. I always put you before me. I was always hurting myself in order to help you. Well, that's over. You will not take advantage of my heart anymore. http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/comments?id=34 http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/archive/33.html Sun, 30 Apr 2006 07:02:20 GMT Fuck you http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/comments?id=33 http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/archive/32.html Wed, 29 Mar 2006 08:20:46 GMT I honestly don't know why I do this to you. I don't know why I do it to myself. I don't know why I do much of anything anymore. I'm just flowing. Floating through life right now, with no plan or motivation to change it in any way. I've been offered jobs making a lot more money, and I just ignore them. I'm fine with making what I make, because I hate switching jobs. I hate having to start over and learn everything again. Fuck that. I don't want to go to school because I hate everything it represents, and everything surrounding the idea. I'm fine where I'm at. I guess. Maybe. I don't really... (more) http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/comments?id=32 http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/archive/30.html Thu, 16 Feb 2006 10:20:05 GMT but I'm shrinking with them, so it's ok. http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/archive/29.html Mon, 30 Jan 2006 06:23:51 GMT You're not that fucking cool of a person so stop calling me. The answer to 99% of your questions is NO. NO, you're not a good person. NO, you're not better off this way. NO, it wasn't the place. NO, it wasn't the people. YES, it was you. http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/comments?id=29 http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/archive/28.html Sat, 10 Dec 2005 09:05:57 GMT And within the ashes of what used to be, we dance to memories of what we once were. One time, one place, we were everything. We cloud our thoughts with nicotine and alcohol, only to keep our mind away from what we once had. Tonight, my darling, we live forever. Let's dance. http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/comments?id=28 http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/archive/27.html Wed, 07 Dec 2005 06:15:54 GMT I find that I enjoy writing when I'm in these moods. It helps me vent my frustration, and I like keeping a record of the events of my life. There's a thousand people outside my door being loud and annoying and pissing me off. EVery once in a while, there's a certain person who comes in here and talks to me and I really enjoy it. But everyone else who isn't that person, comes in here with these delusions in their head like "oh yea I'll just go hang out in Josh's room and talk to him for a while, it's ok, he likes me". No I fucking don't. Leave me the hell alone. All of you. Move out. Jump... (more) http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/comments?id=27 http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/archive/26.html Tue, 06 Dec 2005 07:30:39 GMT It's almost like you're sitting next to me while I write this. Just think happy thoughts, and we'll fly high. http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/comments?id=26 http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/archive/25.html Thu, 01 Dec 2005 07:36:20 GMT I plan on listening to AFI, My Chemical Romance, and Fall out boy, all night. I also plan on lucid dreaming tonight. About...............you? Something? Anything? I love it more than words can ever describe. [did I say "it", or "you"?] I like music. It drags me away from the reality that is MY LIFE. My mom told me that it was ok if i moved back in with her. The catch is, I can't have people over.......ever. I'm not quite sure if that's a bad thing of a good thing. I hate people, but i like a certain person. I don't want people coming over and visiting me, but I want someone to come over and... (more) http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/comments?id=25 http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/archive/24.html Mon, 28 Nov 2005 17:08:56 GMT In the whispers when no one's around. (nothing can stop us now) http://halfburntout.blogdrive.com/comments?id=24