Heaven's not so far away

Wednesday.
Thursday.
Friday.
Saturday.
Sunday.
Monday.
Tuesday.
Christmas Eve.
Christmas.
Friday.
Saturday.
Sunday.
Envy on the Coast show.
Envy on the Coast show.
New Year's Eve.
New Year's Day.
Two thousand nine, I cannot wait for you.
Six months, nine days until summer vacation.
A couple of months and then it's high school for me.
I cannot wait.

GNARLY~

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It's not a pleasant feeling when it's like you don't even have time to breathe.
Let alone get schoolwork accomplished, successfully, do housework, make sure promises you make are kept, and to take care of yourself.
When things randomly come up you can't avoid them, or just don't want to, and then all the pressure is on. Way more pressure than before, when you had hours and hours and hours of work awaiting at home.

You can't escape.
There's no place to escape.
And instead of doing that work, you dream up of an isolated place where you actually can escape.
A place where you'll never arrive.

Everyone says that it's easy to get through all that work, that if you put your mind to it then it'll be done.
It's not as simple as that though.
It takes time, effort, and skill.

But people want to do what they enjoy, right?
So what's the point of doing all that stupid, useless work?
Reinforce what you did or didn't do in class, to keep something tidy, to not disappoint anyone.

Where am I going with this?
I don't really know.
It's Monday morning, I didn't get any sleep and I'm all ready for school.
It's 6:40, I have another 40 minutes before I leave and I just need to pack up and put my shoes on.
Then I'm out the door.
On my way to school, then coming back home, doing that stupid homework and whatnot.

Secret Love and the Fastest Way to Loneliness

Stay away! Stay away!
She wants your soul.
She'll take your life.
Stay away! Stay away!
It's all secret love and the fastest way to loneliness.

You used me.
You lied to me.
You led me on.
You didn't give me the light of day.
You talked about me behind my back.
You used me.
You lied to me.
You led me on.
You don't even give me an explanation.
You just leave.
You just ignore me.
You continue with your worthless crap.
You used me.
You lied to me.
You led me on.

Well I was searching for something but didn't know what.
And I found a whore on the corner of her street.
She wrapped her arms around me and she kissed me on the mouth.

I know what you are.
Why you are all depressed, and say that you are worthless.
It's because, shocker!
You are.
You are good for nothing.

Like a lamb to the slaughter I followed her home.
Into bed with a stranger.
No one has to know.

You don't commit to anything.
You say you're into romance when you hook up with people all the time.
You are full of crap.
You lie and cheat and sneak your way around everything.
No wonder why you're so 'lonely' and 'upset' and 'depressed'.
I'd be ashamed to be your friend.

She puts on a pretty dress and wears it all over town.
All over town.
Says, "I can give you what you want; escape from the pain.
Nobody has to know."

You shouldn't mean anything to anyone.
Yet you do.
I don't get it.
You're pretty.
But beauty's only skin deep.
You're an ugly person on the inside.
Your personality is split in half.
You're two completely different people.
You put on an act and bravo!
People like you.
People are fooled by your ignorant acts.
Or are they strategic?

With a shake of my face I awoke and saw my fate.
All alone in the darkness.
Chained to the devil's gate.

I'll admit it.
I was a fool.
At least I realized what you truly are.
Scum.

I hear the beautiful voice of wisdom.
Joined by the angels, she sings.
Well her words are sweet like honey.
And sour to my stomach.
She says, "Get on your feet.
Come dine with me in heavenly places.
Where you can hear the angels sing."

You're the fastest way to loneliness.
Are you proud?
I wouldn't be.
Do you not realize it?
You don't know what you're doing?
Or are you perfectly aware of it?
Either way, it's not a good thing.

I can't get enough.
But my soul is rotting.
What have I become?
I can hear the screams of her earlier victims so clearly now.

I know how to feel.
I know what it's like to commit to something.
I don't throw everything around like it's a rubber ball.
You do.
Nothing you do lasts.
You can't keep a thing going on.
Nothing at all.
You can't commit to anything, you 'hopeless romantic', you.

Stay away! Stay away!
She wants your soul.
She'll take your life.

People should realize what you are.
Good on your part, I don't reveal any identities in my entries.
You may think it's you, yet you're never sure.
Unless I plaster your name all over it like there's no tomorrow.
But, unfortunate for them, they won't know what you are.
How you work.
How you feel.
How you manipulate.
I won't tell them.
I don't talk about people behind their backs, like you do.
They should also pay attention, even if they never read this, to the last lines.
It'll be important.

Stay away! Stay away!
It's all secret love and a slippery road to hell.