I am a pacifist-inactivist. Do not fuck with me.

This Guy_ by: unknown forgotten

A guy came up to the door tonight
With a big knife in has hand
He said he wanted in
I would not let him

He glared at me with an evil eye
I stared back through the window
He said he wanted to stab me to death
I did not let him in

He pulled a hammer out of his bag
And said how about now
I told him it made no difference
He told me to let him in

He stood outside my house all night
I watched TV on the couch
He walked around to check all the doors
I had made sure they were locked

He could have broken a window
But he did not want to make a mess
He said he only wanted to kill me
I said only Im allowed to do that

I am seriously losing my mind right now. Its a combination of isolation, boredom, school, and absolutely nothing. I just watched Momento and it too is fucking with my mind. What time is? it's 10:23pm, but it feels like 3 in the afternoon. And every hour has felt like an entire day. The world will soon be fast asleep and I won't be tired for another 4 or 5 hours. There is absolutely nothing to do. I don't know what to do with myself....

I Know This Isn't Real_ by: Unknown Forgotten

I woke up and it was dark outside
Night had fallen before the day
The sun was gone
Is this a dream?
Then the clouds parted
The sun displayed it's light for a moment
And it vanished before my eyes
It was still night
As the clocks displayed
Everyone was gone
The air was cold and frozen
My body felt weightless on the world
My mind was uncontrollable
Scattering its thoughts at rapid speeds
I sat for hours
With nothing changing
It could have been days
How long was I aleep?
How much time had gone by since I was last alive?
This couldn't be real
This must be a dream
But I could feel everything
It was night time
The skies were dark
But I just awoke
I tell myself this isn't real
But I know it is
How did this happen?
How long have I been asleep?
When was I last awake?!

It was a horrible day. I was tired, grumpy. Other things went wrong. Then I escaped it all. For two hours I rode the moped around Seattle. I went thorugh Fremont, downtown, up to Eastlake, down around the edge of lake washington, and back through Fremont, and then home. No destination, no worries. The sun came out, the air was cool, the traffic was light. I just flowed along, watching the scenery. Seattle really is a beautiful town. It was exactly what I needed. There's nothing better. I need to do that more often.

Ech! Worst coffee ever! But I need it sooooo bad....

I slept for three hours. Now it's so damn early, and im a eating bread 'ends' & peanut butter sandwich with gross coffe. And I'm supposed to live off of it for the next 7 hours. And I get to ride my moped to school today and it's COLD outside!

Schizoid- by:Unknown Forgotten

Last time I saw him
He was drowning in the lake
Last time I was him
I was gasping for life

His arms flailed about violently
He swallowed water with every breathe
I sat in the shade
Of an old oak tree

The water was cold
The lake was deep
The sun was warm
The breeze was soothing

He cried out for help
He tried to sustain his life
I watched him calmly
I dozed off, took a nap

He died in the lake that day
His body was never found
I slept there forever
and was drudged out of the lake

The last time I was him
I was gasping for life
The last time I saw him
He was drowning in the lake

what was the Black Heart Light beats no more. The black heart is dead. It was inevitable.

Upon infiltration of a restricted user who had accessed the database known as 'The Black Heart Light' without permission, all evidence was destroyed or altered to assume anonymity.

It was only The Inevitable. This has become what that was.

Well, the house is empty for the next 6 weeks. The Prom (Kevin and Justin) is gone on tour. Just me, and Justin's girlfirend Melissa. And Kory, but he is never here. The house is clean for once, and the house is silent. and it's almost midnight. I am at my desk, and there is a brick wall in front of me.