589

Neither nor.

588

I'd rather not live than to live a fucked up life.

587

All I ask.

586

Insomnia is not a natural phenomenon.

585

It's a beautiful life being forced to be invisible.

584

After so many years, nothing have changed.

583

Hide.

582

Have your little fun.

581

All I ask for.

580

Antidepressants.

579

I wonder if I was brought up the same way, without a childhood.

578

Just watched (500) Days of Summer on tv again just now. Gotta watch movies more than once to truly understand them. Real interesting, amusing and good movie.

577

All of this will hold you down on to the ground until you're crawling on the gravel like a regular guy.
All, all of this will hold you down on to the ground until you're drowning in your sorrows with the a bottle of rye.

Grieves - On The Rocks

576

The moon will illuminate my room and soon I'm consumed by my doom.

575

2 long years.

574

1050180.

573

Such, conflict.

572

Maybe its a bit too obvious. Maybe its a bit too sad. It's fucking time for some change to this stupid life I had.

571

Hey ... you awake?








I miss you. A lot.

570

The fuck? O.O

568

Trying.

567

"It's my life, or lack thereof, that prevents me from having a life at all. And they are responsible for it."

Rebel With A Cause

566

One Way Glass
By Me :)


I.C.U.C.I.C.U.
I don't want you to see me but I wanna see you.
In our little sanctuaries we hide.
To look at the rest but don't want them to see our eyes.

Because they give off a hint of a lie.
A lie told to ourselves every night.
We wish to hide from the world in a world of our own.
And hope our acts will never be shown.

But the truth is that hiding can never pass.
As much as we can buy one-way glass.
As many, as much, miles that we afford.
We can build a city with the glass that we bought.

Yes, its all one-way glass, put up everywhere.
We can do things under the surface and the rest can disappear.
Our very own little fragile bubble free from enemies.
Filled with a concoction of our sophisticated fantasies.

Those little alleys where we hide.
Locked doors with so much going on inside.
Everybody would think that I'm not there.
I'm rich, my very own hideout millionaire.

You can't see me but I can see you.
You'll never realize the things we do.
There's nobody you can ask.
About where we are behind this one-way glass.

But glass is glass, and like all things, they break.
As much as we want to keep them up, they're fake.
Mere futile illusions to keep them out.
Until they decide to break down those walls.

Glass, I mean, for walls don't work.
Because then I won't see be able to see them sure.
Call me selfish, I'm a little loser miser.
I want to keep things and don't let them have them.

But one day, they would break the glass.
Since its an emergency, they wouldn't take that pass.
They'll come in, hot guns blazing.
And destroy our little paradise we're building.

But for now, we live in a castle of lies.
Wall after wall after wall they can't climb.
Just being here with you is the best.
We'll hide behind this one-way glass.

565

Within sight but out of reach.

564

Its starting.

563

Hollywood nights.