promise. i hate it when people make promises only to break them, especially if they knew that there was a chance that they might break it, they should have never made it in the first place. who ever invented the thought of a promise should be bitch slaped. promises are just horrible things, and people shouldnt make them. this isnt directed at anyone specifically, so if your thinking that im talking about you, your wrong, im generalizing my discontentment for promises. theres only one persons promises that mean something anymore, everyone else can go fucking die. selfish. that i am maybe, maybe not. everyone is a bit selfish in some way i think. yes i do think about myself a lot but im not the only one that i think about, if anyone would take the time and pay attention then they would know that i think about everybody else first, or at least the people that matter to me. i dont think many other people do the same for me, but thats alright, thats just the kind of person i am. mirror mirror, how amazing is my finger? corey

its not like i really could expect you to spend forever with me. i really am quite a mess right now, emotionally and physically, but hey thats alright. i can hide everything just fine. after all, its only corey were talking about. you know the self-loathment you get when you know youve fucked absolutly everything that was ever good up, and theres no way you can fix it? apply that. i take pride in playing guitar, its the only thing im really good at, and i havnt fucked it up yet. i wish i could say that about one other thing, but ive fucked that up, too many times. in the end, im still alive. how unfortunate. i know. and im sure this is exactly whats expected of me, come back online, and pretend everything is completely horrible and get attention. right? wrong. i dont care about who cares for me anymore. im so sick of everything. i wanted one thing to happen, thats it, just one little fucking thing, is that really so much to ask? really? obviously it was becuase i fucked it up. my life, its like i take a jump, and then i take another jump before my feet even hit the ground. so i fall. i will always be strong. on a fictitious scale. i told you i would let you down. i told you i wasnt perfect. corey

many things. the way i accept things. the way i see things. the way i would like things to be verses the way things are. the way i deal with things. i'll update once i get some more time on here.

i really need to start working on a lot of things.

do you think you can hate me as much as i do? im not going to write in here anymore. i just find it point.less, a lot of things have become just that in the past few days i suppose. no one wants to hear this shit anyway. everyone has my number. if not then email me or something, my new email is c0m4_bl4ck@hotmail.com i doubt anyone is going to email me, but i thought i would post it anyway. bye. www.xanga.com/c0m4

whats the point when someone says something that they dont even mean. and you know they dont mean it. and they know that you already know that they dont mean it. but they say it anyway. like that fucking means something. like their trying to give you hope. but you already know that their just going to drag you down again. i dont get it. i dont get a lot of things anymore. whats the fucking point to any of this? most of the people that i care about already hate me anyway. i cant keep doing this. theres only so much a person can take and go through before they just stop caring. i dont even know why i still try. its pointless. i will always disappoint everybody. always. how quickly, i forget. that this is meaningless.