I'm going to be starting a confession series. They'll be personal confessions, and, if you read them, it's your job to figure out each confession. They won't be easy to figure out, let me assure you. They'll be written behind the lines and the letters. IF you happen to figure them out, don't post it in the comments. Treat it like I just told you a very personal secret of mine. Don't share it. And I don't want to know if you figure it out either. I'm thinking about posting one a month. I have 30, 31, or 28 days to complete it. Enough time to make sure the confession is hidden well enough.

And in other news that isn't really news,

Pleasepleaseplease do the Meme at the bottom of this journal. I'm bored and I feel like reading what you say.
I have 140 literature deviations as of the posting of this journal. Hip,hip,hoorah. I write too much. I'm thinking about clearing out my old stuff and only leaving in the stuff written in the past 12 months or so.
Most of my current poetry is shit. I'm not gonna lie. It's all about destroyed love and broken hearts and shit. That'll most likely be gone soon after I read it and realize it's teenage drama shit.
Shit is my new favourite word, fyi. Get used to it.
I have recently become obsessed with DJ Tiesto. You should check out his music. It's 100% authentic, new-age, Trance music. It's nothing compared to the old form of Trance, but his stuff his pretty damn good.
I got a broken heart, that was broken by my own hand. Yay. I just felt like whining for a second. Sorry. Bitchy teenage moment is now over.
Sorry if I seem very dry and non-interesting (like I ever was interesting) but, I've just been tired and not really looking forward to anything. I have zero interest in the outside world at this point in time.
This is the longest journal I have written in a long time. What the hell is wrong with me?

And for the lyrics of the week,
(the bolded lyrics are my favourite part of the song.)

Reinventing Robert Cohn - And Then There Were None

Like a thunderstorm that pulls you deep into the night
She speaks to me in numbers and is gone when I open my eyes (She wants more)
You know I’ll just forget it if you give me a chance (One more time.)
I can’t desire something if it just isn’t there
It just isn’t there, it just isn’t there, it just isn’t there, it just isn’t there.

She’s in my blood and like a fire inside me
It consumes the air then leads me blindly
She has my hopes and dreams
And she‘s the one I see who screams go on, go on.
She doesn’t know who I am
I really want to tell her that this can’t go on tonight.
She’s in my blood, in like a broken glass
You take one last breath and she’ll leave you bruised tonight.

She was calling but I kept waiting by the phone.
She looked at me with her left eye closed and said
"You don’t know if you don’t know, then they wont know." (She wants more.)
You know I’ll just forget it if you give me a chance. (One more time.)
You can’t decide on something if it just isn’t there.

She’s in my blood, and like a fire inside me.
Consumes the air then leads me, leads me...
She’s in my blood, and like a fire inside me.
Consumes the air then leads me blindly.
She has my hopes and dreams
And she’s the one I see who screams "go on, go on."
She doesn’t know who I am
I really wanna tell her that this can’t go on tonight.
She’s in my blood, in like a broken glass
You take one last breath and she’ll leave you bruised tonight.

She is temptation, and temptation has it's fangs in me.
I never thought that I could live a lie so painfully.
Well she was blind and she’s taking her time
She goes on and on she takes a hold and never lets you go.

She’s in my blood, and like a fire inside me.
Consumes the air then leads me blindly
She has my hopes and dreams
And she’s the one I see who screams "go on, go on."
She doesn’t know who I am. (and like a fire inside me. Consumes the air then leads me blindly)
She doesn’t know who I am. (she has my hopes and dreams, and she’s the one I see who screams "go on, go on.")
Go on. On. On.

She doesn’t know who I am
I really wanna tell her that this can’t go on tonight.
She’s in my blood, and like a broken glass
You’ll take one last breath and she’ll leave you bruised tonight.

A REALLY AWESOME MEME

::WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF I...::


I died:

I kissed you:

I fell:

I lived next door to you:

I showed up at your house unexpectedly:

I stole something:

I was murdered:

I cried:

I asked you to marry me:

I was hospitalized:

::WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT MY::

Personality:

Eyes:

Hair:

Family:

Smile:

::WOULD YOU::/

Trust me enough to sleep in the same bed as me?

Keep a secret if i told you one?

Hold my hand?

Study with me?

Cook for me?

Love me?

Date me?

Have sex with me?

::HAVE YOU EVER::

Lied to make me feel better?

Wanted to kiss me?

Wanted to kill me?

Broke my heart?

Thought I was unbearably annoying?

Hated me?

Wanted to tell me something but didn't?

Wondered about my sanity?

Wanted to do something to me?


::More::

When and how did we meet?

Describe me in three words.

What was your first impression of me?

What do you think of me now?

What reminds you of me?

Could you see us together forever?

When's the last time you saw me?

Are you gonna re-post this to see what I say about you?

Do you care?