Sins like Skeletons are So Very Hard to Hide

Reculsion--(n.) the state of being recluse

Recluse--(adj.) marked by withdrawal from society; solitary

Solitary--(adj.)1 a: being, living, or going alone or without companions b: saddened by isolation
2: unfrequented, desolate
3 a: taken, passed, or performed without companions b: keeping a prisoner apart from others 4: being at once single and isolated
5 a: occurring singly and not as part of a group or cluster b: not gregarious, colonial, social, or compound

synonyms see alone

more manic circles.

Guilt. Shame. Redemption.
Guilt. Shame. Redemption.
Guilt. Shame. Redemption.
Guilt. Shame. Redemption.
Guilt. Shame. Redemption.
Guilt. Shame. Redemption.
Guilt. Shame. Redemption.
Guilt. Shame. Redemption.

Public Desplay of Defection
Public Desplay of Depression
Private Desplay of Erection
Public Display of Aboltion
Public Display of Ambition
Private Display of Ecstacy
Paranoia.
Schizophrenia.
Paraonoid-schizophrenia.
Over the counter drugs.
Under the table payment.
Sold you're soul to the devil
you'd trade this pain for the world
for your very life to end
tell me it is not so.
tell me there is still hope left in this
tell me there is a tomorrow
tell me what i need to hear
Life is an unwinding cable car.
Life is an hourglass glued to the table.
Life is more than living.
Life is more than waiting to die.

The Void Between Dreams and Reality

I can no longer tell the difference
between what I read in a book
and what was a fantasy of my own imagination.
I don't know anymore what are my own ideas,
and what another inspiring author wrote.
day flows into night and night into day,
in and out like the tide, in a relentless circle;
what is remember is not what i remember;
my memory is becoming unclear.
When I wake up, I don't remember.
I used to be able to recall specific details
and the basic story of my dreams...
but not now...
and why is it so hard for me to apologize?
To make face, and say it straight,
I admit my cowardice in hopes of learning to defeat it,
but for now I write to you this letter
like a child, I am reduced to rudimentary methods of mind.

A Series of Unfortunate Events

Due to a series of unfortunate events, it seems that I have at last lost my priveledge to go to NY this summer. If I can make enough ammends with my parents and can gain their trust back I may be able to transfer the money to an early trip up to Canada. I just have to prove myself responsible enough to handle the situation like an adult and fun junk like that. oye.

oh and while we're on the subject of summer, the season of my birthday... HEY!! speaking of birthdays, [[xDD lol.]] I know its still a ways off, but... just so everyone knows. I WANT THE THIRD BOOK IN THE TWILIGHT SERIES: ECLIPSE!!!! PLEAS PLEASE PLEASE CONVINCE MY PARENTS TO LET ME READIT!!!! PLEEEEEEEAAAASE!