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just by asking for help with screams loud and clear so fucking aware just no idea it is real and the truth hurts so why am i losing my fucking grip.i blame the past the regret its intense and brings me down and down so im climbing this mountain of shit thinking so much off subject.just want to kno that all is well in motion i laid relinquished.the fucking sting in my body puts everyone i need away from me im not surprised at any look from suspicious and forgetable circumstances.i have this feeling that its not gonna be allright i continue to start things i have no intentions on finishing and now im in a weird fictional stance losing everything around me.this is exactly where i belong misery gives some company clarity comes from within hate is fueled by determanation and love is furious...+Internet+Radio%3c%2fa%3e%0a++%3c%2fdiv%3e%0a++%0a %0a++%0a++

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I'd like to meet:

who id like to meet is just a few people 1st my former self in the past life,2nd every one in the phsycopathic family, 3rd would gots to be elvisand kunta kintay,the prodigy,stepenwoulf,james maynerd keenan,president ford,afro man,who the fuck ever invented the toaster pastrie id like to killem,uuum.I ALLREDY kno god he is my bro and he goes by tig i pimp slep dat bitch YO TIG SUP NUKKAH.. fuk yo couch mang

My Blog

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as im sitting here typing this i feel high,natural emotion coursing through my entire approach.so your here to pick me up again so selfish of me to feel of this,but it couldent be more realistic ,with...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Jul 2009 22:16:00 GMT

..whiskey..

whiskey whiskey whiskey its all i am today its all i was yesterday.whiskey whiskey whiskey its what takes me to call you its all i am to stabalize.whiskey whiskey whiskey its all ive become its taken ...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Mar 2009 16:34:00 GMT

put me down

put me down were you gotta throw at me something useful hungover yet again i just threw up every bit of substance yet i am effected thats why i am still here with this hangover i continue to shake un...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Feb 2009 09:20:00 GMT

angels fear to tread

it's just that this blankness makes me creep.i'm not invisible but my feelings are different and i'm hidden i stay attached to the calm it's quiet and time stands still it seems.all i can hear is laug...
Posted by on Tue, 10 Feb 2009 01:20:00 GMT

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just by asking for help with screams loud and clear so fucking aware just no idea it is real and the truth hurts so why am i losing my fucking grip.i blame the past the regret its intense and brings m...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 01:20:00 GMT

suicide

i start to feel it in the back of my head like a dull butchers blade for some reason i seem to be enjoying this it has altered me and became the source of madness its creeping down my neck im on fire ...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Nov 2008 06:16:00 GMT

some say.

some say love is a river that will drown all who choose.some say love is a razor cold steel sailing through the flesh of innocent.some say love is a game there is no reset button for this is game over...
Posted by on Mon, 03 Nov 2008 16:53:00 GMT

the inner workings

      ......you have just entered the inner workings please enjoy......my sub concious mind is greater than the concious reality im quietly going nowhere im in fear godamn it....
Posted by on Mon, 27 Oct 2008 05:07:00 GMT

what if>?

it's become apparent so fucked up and waysted only the deepest most blank part of my controll has given me strength and also much time apart from everything.i knew the place i was most comfortable i w...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Oct 2008 20:20:00 GMT

for you’r eyes ’’only’’

.....it comes with very hainis regret the lost time and only now am i here to catch this pain.its so strong im going to tell you just what is being done to me but you wouldnt care because you are happ...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Oct 2008 22:17:00 GMT