Hearts They Stole Capturing Time In A Frame; Freezing Moments. So, this is just an FYI, right away. This entry isn't really going to be used to update things. I need a good long rant. And I need to get things out on paper/computer/journal... whatever the fuck you wanna call it. Heregoes. Dickhead, Fuckface, cock smoking, mother fucking, asshole, dirty twat, waste of semen, I hope you die. I'm not as easy as I look. And I'm less enthused than you know. You sicken me. Yet that feeling is still in my stomach; like you actually meant something. It's rediculous. YOU'RE TEARING UP MY HEAD. I'm confused, but I feel so in control. I'm giving myself headaches over it. I want to forget you. You keep finding ways to find me. Go away. You think I'm falling in you're trap. ...I'm not. If you think it's real, you've been lied to. Lies are a lying form of the truth. Its the opposite of the opposite. Go choke and die. You're feeding me lies. I'm swallowing tentively. Hoping to hold onto something real. YOU'RE TOO FAR AWAY. Come untie me from the wicked things I love. I don't want anything to do with you. HELP ME, I'M DROWNING. And it's twenty different directions I'm going in. HELP ME FIND A PATH.