Millions every day suffer from a disease known as love. Love is a virus in an invisible syringe waiting to be injected once it's victim sets their sights on their death sentence in the form of a mortal. The first stage is a faster beating heart and all the victim can do is think all day about their one and only. The second stage is when the victim believes that nothing can ruin their love and they'll be together forever. The third stage is when the victim's one and only starts showing signs of distancing away and eventually begins avoiding the victim. The fourth stage is when the victim always stays near the phone, waiting for the one and only to call, believing that everything will be like it was before. The fifth stage is when the one and only finally calls, hope and the victim's heartbeats arise like never before. Five minutes later the one and only hangs up and the heartbeat slows to an almost complete stop along with all hope the victim held on to, as the final words "It's over" echoed on and on through the victim's head and stabbing on and on at the heart. The sixth stage is days of false happiness and nights of endless tears. The final stage is total loss of the mind and the victim believes there's only one way to be together. Daybreaks and the two sleep at the one and only's house in a crimson lake and a stainless steel utensil in the victim's hand.
Where in the world can sanity be perscribed as medication?

One too scared of new affection. One who suffers her parents' neglection. One who I now try to make with a connection.

I can read her like a book and this is her story: Born with sight only to see a countless maze of torture with scars of history to tell. O ne so young, one so sad, how I wish to hold her hand. Her past I cannot change, her cover never endingly judged, and her heart was broken in two by insensitive two.

Will she ever be able to see me as her charming third?

What the fuck is the big fuss about the chains on chain wallets? Short chains on a piece of leather that holds all your shit. That chain is what's keeping your shit from gettin' stolen, from someone tryin' to pickpocket your ass or wherever you keep it prevents it from gettin' lifted. Yet schools find them to be hazardous and label them as a weapon, what you think I'm gonna protect myself with a little chain and swing my wallet at them....that's pratically me begging them to rob my ass. By takin' the chain it's like the school wants you to get robbed blind, that shit is fucked up.


Checkpoint!!!

Madness is like gravity, all you need is a little...push.

When it comes to dating, I type true when I say I've dragged myself from hell and back, and back...and back. I also type true when I say that You're not alone when you once believed them saying they'll love you forever or wait for them to get out of high school. Eh, yeah right, if I filled my toilet with that kind of shit, it would be a snow day in hell before I go anywhere near the handle to flush...again. One thing I do regret not taking care of before graduating from my school is not throwing the plunger at her mouth to prevent from saying any more bullshit. Believe me when I type this.......love is the real pain.


....Checkpoint.....I wish there was one for this...