home, and home

hey guys :3 i haven't been writing a lot lately because i had 2 go home 4 spring break. i mf H8 IT THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 it is such a horrid house, with such a horrid series of ghosts to accompany it. i haunt that place. every time i go back, i somehow die a little more, dig myself a little deeper, give every1 another reason not 2 come any closer. i storm through the hallways like katrina on the 5th day. i worked as much as i could but not even my avoidance of the graveyard can stop the ghosts from coming after me. did u know that, even as a ghoul urself, u r not immune 2 the hauntings? i didn't! but once u know something u can not unknow it.

anyways, ignore my worthless chatter. hopefully i'll find it in me 2 pick up the pen again. i usually don't go more than a few weeks w/o writing, otherwise my blood curdles into my veins and i begin 2 suffoc8 inside myself. i'm home (home) now, though. back @ school and remembering why i try, at least half the time, not 2 turn away from the sun anymore. not that i'm not prone 2 staring directly at it, mind u. it's an unrequited love 4 life, i suppose. probbaly should break it off, but then who will hold me l8 @ nite? who will dry my tears? who will call me on all of the everything? not that she does it 4 me now anyways, but that's not the point. i must delve deeper into my work here. there is nothing 4 me behind me (so y do i keep looking? the sun sets in the west, emory. y r u looking over there? there's nothing over there but what u imagine). ohhh apropos, i kill myself, truly, i do. i've got class in an hour so i suppose i must cut this cry out 2 the gutter short. 

must we do this all over again? U BETCHA!!!!!! yk the vibez. love u all. stay freaky!!1!