I messed up my dye job. I tried to touch up my roots with red dye..now I have this red streak down my hairline :/

how embaressing >.>

Sustaining more than one arguement at a time is streching me.

Written by the lovely [Cliché]...(amazing as usual)

Fixation on right and wrong,
Fixation on right or left, to find
Two roads, two paths before me,
And one still lays behind.

There is still yet another,
And another after that,
Until they pile in a mountain,
And all that's left is flat.

I can choose to go where ever,
The world is mine, you see.
But if you do look closer,
There is but one path for me.

Perhaps it has been tred before,
But then, that's true for most,
And I'm just another traveler,
Anonymous, faceless, nothing to boast.

But still, this is my path.
Someone else's once, now mine,
The only one I'll ever need,
And all other's I'll decline.

It's just one of those days which inspires one to draw a bleeding human heart with a barbed hook through it.

I'll post it later.

fixation on right and wrong

written by [Cliché]! she's awesome! (based on a diary entry of mine..I really do feel like a living muse)

Dreams reveal our deepest desires,
They reveal our deepest fears.
Dreams to haunt us as we lay helpless,
To cause silent midnight tears.

But often dreams are not so deep,
To show what's in our hearts.
And unconciousness brings randomness,
Like gravy boats and dancing tarts.

Dreams you don't quite remember,
Except that they were stange,
About odd things like singing cats,
Or chicken that's free-range.

So maybe if you look real hard,
Into what lies inside your sleep,
You'll find the answers you would seek,
And find it's a marshmellow peep.

Dreams reveal our deepest desires.

I loved gay guys before that became popular.

so nyah.

spit on you. wannabes.