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Alright, I’m sick and tired of your own self-praising, self-hating persona that you switch more than a good cop/bad cop interrogation. Maybe if you actually considered things from others’ points of views, then you wouldn’t have these problems. And I don’t mean just me, but S and all of the others too. It’s always been about YOU, and it’s old and immature and sickening to watch. You want the truth? There it is. Deal with it.

» Posted By agloe On 04.17.2012 @ 1:53 pm

Loneliness has followed me my whole life. Everywhere. In cafes, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There’s no escape. I’m God’s lonely man… April 16th last year. My life had taken another turn again. The days can go on with regularity over and over, one day indistinguishable from the next. A long continuous chain. Then suddenly, there is a change.

» Posted By agloe On 04.16.2012 @ 10:09 pm

Whilst I do not have earrings, I believe that my lovely and amazing bandmate does. And indeed, my band is the new happiness on which I linger; a long awaited reward.

» Posted By agloe On 04.16.2012 @ 3:31 pm


I’m sitting at my desk, like I have for millions of hours in the past few years. It’s where I got the phonecall that Keenan had died. It’s where I was when I found out that Gabe had died. It’s where I was when I nearly hung myself (there are cuts in the wood from the notes I wrote). It’s where I was when you spat at me and went your own way. But I’m over all of those things. I dealt with them and moved on, because that’s what adults do. I might be a bastard, but at least I didn’t write a book about my ex from a year ago while condemning mourning people. I might be a bastard, but at least I admit it.

» Posted By agloe On 04.15.2012 @ 5:25 pm


The earbuds rattled in my head. The better to block her out with. I have other friends that stick around anyway, and I’m getting a band together at last. It’d still be nice if she ever poked her head back in, even if to just put a calmer ending to the raging tide. Alas, I shouldn’t dither on what is and should ever be.

» Posted By agloe On 04.13.2012 @ 8:48 pm


I nourished the thought of you starting to speak again. To be like it once was, but the thought slowly vanished over time. The glimmer is left in case you come back like you said you would (more of a polite f*** you than anything else). So here I sit, waiting still, but no longer bleeding like before. Grudges are like hand grenades, and I had to let this one go before it destroyed me.

» Posted By agloe On 04.12.2012 @ 1:30 pm


I stare down at my knuckles, where they’d been bitten by the wooden bench that I smashed in a mixture of sadness, regret, and hatred. The wounds were healing still, but no doubt they’d leave a scar to forever remind me why I should never trust people with how I feel again.

» Posted By agloe On 04.11.2012 @ 8:10 pm


The puddle splashes as the foot of the gaunt, hooded figure lands on the ground. The rain falls down like tears from the skies, or some god’s attempt to wash away the dirt obscuring the world. If only the dirt could lift from what you see as well, dear reader. If only what lies underneath shone through clearly.

» Posted By agloe On 04.10.2012 @ 7:22 pm


You caught me at a bad part of my life. I was pained with grief as if pins were pressed into my every feeling pore. How could I not be negative at that time? I had just lost two of the most genuine people I’ve ever had the pleasure to know and I couldn’t handle. You couldn’t handle it, and I realize that. I ask not for forgiveness, but to put it behind us and speak like those golden November days of yore.

» Posted By agloe On 04.09.2012 @ 4:20 pm


To all those that have left me behind in the past months. I haven’t sought forgiveness since, but understanding and the ability to move on. There is no unimaginable heartache than that which you feel when the loved ones around drop like flies or have their innocent bodies mercilessly thrown on highways. It’s not a time to be abandoned like I was. Yet, I moved on. I never had that chance to feel the last look into his eyes or the will to say goodbye, but I want to stomach; I want to swallow; I want to live. Some days are still worse than others, but I’m learning patience against my will, and I know I’ll get by always scraping with just a hunger and a heart apart. It’s a hell of a thing.

» Posted By agloe On 04.08.2012 @ 5:07 pm


Throwing the branches into a pile, tossing the tape, tea, and notebook entries on top of it, it felt revealing. I wasn’t looking for anything more anymore. She’ll always wallow in self pity because she refuses to accept her own flaws. And I’m fine if she forced herself into misery, because at last I had found the peace we all need.

» Posted By agloe On 04.07.2012 @ 10:53 pm


As I sat there reading that and trying to care, I started realizing that I was completely detached from the meaning behind the text. Maybe it was from all that I had gone through, but I just didn’t care at that moment in time. The ruby drops of blood weren’t falling from my heart and mind. I knew I would be fine. I can forgive myself; something she never mastered.

» Posted By agloe On 04.06.2012 @ 9:09 pm


The wounds on my hand remind me of how willful I can be sometimes. A red slice from a friend’s laptop; he destroyed it for enjoyment. A fleck of missing skin from cutting a drumtrack; a tribute to a good man I never met. The last two are patches of missing skin from punching and smashing stuff out of frustration; a tribute to a girl I once thought I knew.

» Posted By agloe On 04.05.2012 @ 8:56 pm


A silent figure walking past your doorstep, hood flipped on his head as drops of rain drip down his brow. The warm buzzing of earbuds replace the emptiness of sound; her voice will not reach his ears tonight.

» Posted By agloe On 04.04.2012 @ 7:57 pm


There are some things that you can never imagine about some people. Sure, she was pretty awkward and discordant before, but sitting there as an attendant to her storytelling, I couldn’t help but feel some remorse for how I viewed her.

» Posted By agloe On 04.02.2012 @ 10:59 pm


It was a splash of cold water to the face. Playing that song, it threw me back to when I was strumming it innocently down the street. The performance that estranged you and started this mess. I’ll never fully understand it, but the lyrics are fitting. “I’m never gonna know you now, but I’m gonna love you anyhow”.

» Posted By agloe On 03.29.2012 @ 5:02 pm


Standing atop the peak of the building, both arms stretched out in the air, with the wind blowing smoothly upon his face and the sun shining on his cheeks, the smell of new plant growth in his nostrils. This, he knew, is where he belonged. Despite all of his continual quirkiness, he didn’t feel as captured anymore. He could just exist and be satisfied.

» Posted By agloe On 03.28.2012 @ 1:07 pm


You couldn’t catch me. I can’t save what was taken away. I guess we’re all damaged in our own way, as fixed as I am. This isn’t just another eulogy thrown in the air. You know what you did.

» Posted By agloe On 03.27.2012 @ 2:40 pm


Drifting between states of bliss and nothingness. No longer are there the seeping feelings of the worthlessness of this life as there once were. Those feelings that I despised; that I took out on you; that brought us to this. I’m not sure whether what I feel is grateful or resent, nor how others envision me now. We all change someday. Drifting. Drifting. Sleep….

» Posted By agloe On 03.26.2012 @ 5:46 pm


The thought was still exquisite, but it’ll never happen. Even as hard as I may try and as true as my intentions may be, you’ve been scorned by too many before to give me a chance.

» Posted By agloe On 03.25.2012 @ 9:43 am

I’ve been parting the sea between brightness and myself before I drown myself and everyone and everything. I have my hands behind my back with two fingers crossed because I can never keep my word, and I share with the undeserving for some cheap acceptance in return. The water will shape the sides and I’ll walk with my head held high, and when it all comes crashing in, it’ll be worth it if I’m still breathing. If actions speak louder than words, then I’m the most deafening noise you’ve heard. I’ll be that ringing in your ears that will stick around for years.

» Posted By agloe On 03.24.2012 @ 1:39 pm


As I packed my trunk for tomorrow evening, she kept returning to my thoughts. The cupid-bow glimmer of her smile, the bell-like ringing of her laughter. Maybe one day….

» Posted By agloe On 03.22.2012 @ 9:20 pm


Survivors of heartache say it happens exactly how you’ve always thought. You gasp desperate,try to breathe through the sobs, whisper screams into the quiet darkness of your loneliest habitats,and you feel everything intensely and you are unable to grasp the truth that something so painful would ever have an
ending…until it does. Until the days that were filled with memories of everything you ever were, and the nights that were filled with dreams of everything you thought you would be
vanish into a distant blue that washes away all traces of the nightmare you thought was pulling you in and sucking you under, and you wake up no longer shivering, no longer as cold as you were, realizing for what once again feels like the first time that the sun won’t disappear forever, and in time you will find warmth again.

» Posted By agloe On 03.21.2012 @ 1:33 pm


Thanks for reiterating what I’ve been trying to say for the past two months. Yet, you still refuse to listen to any sort of reason other than your own. Your ratings are dropping. Never spit on a suicidal b*****d, he’ll never forget.

» Posted By agloe On 03.20.2012 @ 9:07 pm


It felt like a pageant walking into their view. Not sure whether I was to be judged and deemed unworthy of their company, or be gracefully accepted as before. It seems to be the last of the two, but I can’t help but feel like there’s part of the story that I’ve been missing all along.

» Posted By agloe On 03.19.2012 @ 8:43 pm


Snuffed out like a torch, so you are to me as I almost became to all. If you ever think to come back, I’ll be willing to at least listen and try to forgive. Just be willing to listen to people when they have a noose on their neck or the taste of a greasy gun barrel on their tongue. They might not be around if you don’t.

» Posted By agloe On 03.18.2012 @ 7:51 pm


Standing overhead, with their arms spread out and nearly touching one another, they stood with her in the middle. Her face contorted to my sleepy eyes to seem as if beckoning and clownlike. It seemed reminiscent of some scene from a dark horror movie. The past week has been like a staple in a wound, relieving yet painfully so. And this had defined it; beckoning.

» Posted By agloe On 03.18.2012 @ 12:18 am


The mauve pastel colors of the wall start to form into some twist of space. Just another half hour at this table, too tired and snuffed out to speak. Yet the silence isn’t as painful as one would think. Sometimes, it’s nice to just listen.

» Posted By agloe On 03.16.2012 @ 2:00 pm


Onward and onward, the duration of the day wore through, until at last, I was freed from my bland prison of a school and let into the afternoon sun leaking through the leaves and overhead tree branches. There’s nothing else that sets me back into bliss and says that everything is okay.

» Posted By agloe On 03.14.2012 @ 1:19 pm


Swinging between the utter heights of euphoria;the feelings of conquering the world and standing atop a mountain in sheer ecstasy, and the feeling of being completely lost in a maze of confusion, sadness, and melancholy. There’s no proper way to feel. No mirth. No levity. No amazing grace. And I guess that’s fine.

» Posted By agloe On 03.06.2012 @ 9:57 pm

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