coneblue

I've got a minute, so I decided that since I came back, I deserve to put up a journal. I have been swamped with school work, especially AP US work, so sorry for all the comments that haven't been sent. The top of my screen says 113 deviations, 78 messages and there is no way I'm gonna get to them by today Just to let everyone know who's wondering, I feel great, life is great. [not really, but regardless it feels that way] I can't wait to start looking at all the art (that I probably won't get to see by the summer in this rate) and leaving comments till then I LOVE YOU!!!! ++ Thanks for all the comments! And you need not worry about co

I feel so cold I've never felt so cold I felt like running into the sun head first -- So then maybe my head would melt first -- So then maybe the insanity I've been suffering from would end fiRst I always assume that it's me Is it? Haha, this time, I think it's me. I'm a bit d i sg ru nt le d. Is this a hypocrisy>>? hahahahahahahahahahahaha I'm mad. You left me on the stoop when you said you wouldn't leave. Well now I don't want you back here. Because there is no room for you in a burnt house, for there is already no room for me I burned the house down. For it was no longer a home It brought no comfort. But that's not yo

I'm waiting for the light to come- to change my life, to change my life I haven't written here in a long time. It's because I have a personal blog/ {to be} portfolio site so I blog there most of the time especially since I can access it on school servers. I post there more often also due to the fact that it feels like home, like a journal. Here, it feels more like I'm posting an update on my life, a memo, not a story. My life is a story about a girl coming to her end. Not about what happened friday, but how it affected me you see? So far everyones been depressed for reasons unknown to me. I wish I could help but I can't even help myself.