got the hoobastank cd today! Well ive decided to write a different entry not like anyone will notice anyhow. *Its written in many tenses for a reason. This can be interpreted many ways so please dont assume I did anything out of the line. The soft pillow seeped in every livid tear. I squeezed the pillow tight against my chest. It was the only thing I had left to hold on to and not discard me. Everything else slipped away with a simple touch. My heart sunk deeper into my flesh, as the mistake ran through the root of my soul. Guilt ate away at the little sense I had left. The poignant memory imprisioned me with tranquility as I layed a victim of myself. Another school day to be seen in my vulnerable skin. My eyes departed into a different world of unbearable light. I stumble in the crowded halls. There's no one around to care to see me fall.. I swallow from the dizziness and look up to see a pair of repulsive eyes asking me to follow. Ignoring the pigment of truth, I find myself more unsure of what I should do. I stand fearing what I've been led to. Fearing what I could do to myself. A bigger load is placed upon me. "Maybe I should just give in and be the person they want me to be," I said to myself. The voice bemused me into false security. I was no longer in control. I started to transform into someone I hated and couldn't stand to look at. I forgot all my morals and wanted to indulge in something cheap. I was sent back to the sound of revolution. The collection of reason held me down and took what could have been an awful fate and revoked the insanity to the past. However, the past is always there; interfering with the present. The possession is still waiting for me, and vulnerabilty wants to give it away. Do I ever really get a chance to start over?