Plagiarism is not advisable. You'll hear a gunshot if we see it happening anywhere.
I wish you’ve never been so sweet, I wish you weren’t too special, I wish you never became my world. The problem is you are. I wish I didn’t know you and I wish I didn’t love you. The problem is I do.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Amen Omen.


 Are you okay?‘ - why do people say it? Does ‘I’m fine’ honestly satisfy you? If so, you don’t mean what you’re asking. I mean, come on, look in my eyes - I’m not okay. You know I’m not okay. And you asking if I’m okay is just reminding me how badly I’m not. I want someone to reach out a little farther than just ‘are you okay?’. Instead of a question, make it a statement. You’re okay. It’s gonna be okay. It would mean so much to me more. We all need to look a little deeper. Nobody is ever okay.

"Are you okay?" You never want to ask me that anymore. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you? Sometimes I think our relationship has gone down the drain. All you can tell me is that you don't want me to lay a friggin' hand on your best friend. Yeah, I know you've known him for over 7 years or so, but does that give you a reason to be on his side? No. You think it's retarded and rude if I lay a hand on him? I don't think so. I think it's even more retarded if you'd rather let me hurt myself, than seeing me hurt your best friend.

I'm warning you.
One day, I'm going to break your stupid little promise.

Written with ,
Rafael.

Sometimes I even wonder why am I still holding on.


"I love you". 
Do these words even mean anything anymore?
'Cause I'm starting to feel as though you don't mean it when I hear you say it.
 
Written with ,
Rafael.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Hey.


Hey,
Yeah.
Thats us.
I'm Stella. She's Rafael.
I'm the one, in red.

Hey, I love Rafael.
She's amazing.
She's like a sister to me.
But usually, she's my adopted " mom ".
aha. (:

Remembering Sunday - All time Low.
Our song. 2nd one, actually.

Written with ,
Stella.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

The Butterfly Project.

SPREAD THE WORD.

”The Butterfly Project”. This is a tool that can be used to help those that suffer with self-injury.

The Rules are:
1. When you feel like you want to cut, take a marker, pen, or sharpies and draw a butterfly on your arm/hand/legs.
2. Name the butterfly after a loved one, or someone that really wants you to get better.
3. You must let the butterfly fade naturally. NO scrubbing it off.
4. If you cut before the butterfly is gone, you’ve killed it. If you don’t cut, it lives.
5. If you have more than one butterfly, cutting kills all of them.
6. Another person may draw them on you. These butterflies are extra special. Take good care of them.
7. Even if you don’t cut, feel free to draw a butterfly anyways, to show your support. If you do this, name it after someone you know that cuts or is suffering right now, and tell them. It could help.

Just an FYI, you are not required to draw a butterfly. you can draw anything you like. The butterfly idea is just the main focal point of the group.

Drown.


 You want the truth?
I don't even know what's the truth anymore.
I'm getting tired.
So tired, that I don't even know what to do anymore.
No, I don't need anyone to save me from this mess.
I just need to distance myself from everyone for awhile.

Written with ,
Rafael.

Monday, October 11, 2010

I hate my past.


Last night, something happened to me. Something so bad which brought back last year's memories. Memories that I kept in this tiny box in the back of my head, not wanting to open it. But it was opened. I still cannot fathom how I could make it happen last year. I know we're all only human and we're all supposed to make mistakes, but this is different. I could've stopped something really bad from happening, but I didn't. Why? I don't know the hell why. If only I could turn back time. Man, things would've turned out so much more different. I think I'm cursed. The worst things always happened to me. I think I need to be shot in the head sometimes.

Written with ,
Rafael.

I've got a ticket out of this place. Don't try stopping me, 'cause it'll never work.



vintage Pictures, Images and Photos

Written with ,
Stella.