i got back from the hospital recently. thats why i havent written in a long time. so things suck as we know it. well lets talk about the whole sitch. the whole james thing, well i dont know how its going. hes at my house every day. =/. i never get to be alone. he hangs out with jake all the time. and i miss hanging out with pete so bad. i miss pete. i geuss i took advantage of him, as a friend. i never knew how good of a friend he was until we got lost in the crowd. i miss him. but i just want to be friends and he wants more. i dont know about that. i dont think its a good idea. i dont like him like that. A sickening trail of salted lines Running so smoothly to pass the time An arch of color, like red Moving through dreams And sweetened below Please me with your insanity And let your sadness flow Onto my shoulder Wait for the darkness to settle And each place will be its own We are the faces of death Hear us sing and make us scream I am tangled in my own trapped throughts i would love to cut you.