Slipping Slowly

Too Tired To Care

2008-08-31T23:13:51Z

I don't know how else to put this
It's taken me so long to do this
I'm falling asleep and I can't see straight
My muscles feel like a melee
My body's curled in a U-shape
I put on my best but I'm still afraid

Propped up by lies and promises
Saving my place as life forgets
Maybe its time I saw the world

I'm only here for a while
But patience is not my style
And I'm so tired that I gotta go

What am I supposed to hide now?
What am I suppose to do?
Did you really think I wouldn't see this through

Tell me I should stick around for you
Tell me I could have it all
I'm still too tired to care and I gotta go

I'm following suit and directions
I crawl up inside for protection
I'm told what to do and I don't know why

I'm over existing in limbo
I'm over the myths and placebos
I don't really mind if I just fade away

I'm ready to live with my family
I'm ready to die in obscurity
'Cause I'm so tired that I gotta go

Where am I supposed to hide now?
What am I suppose to do?
You still don't think I'm going see this through

Tell me I'm a part of history
Tell me I can have it all
I'm still to tired to care and I gotta go

Its...

2008-08-31T21:17:54Z

...over. All of this. Everything. I've resigned to die in complete and utter obscurity. I cannot reconcile the horrors of my past with darkness I feel consuming me now. So much has happened. Too much. I really don't mind if I just fade away. That is my coward's choice. To slowly die. "So much potential..." Fuck you. Nothing you say matters, and you'd eat those words if you truly could see the monster before you. You see what I let you, which is so far from its actuality its sickening. I will not live this lie any longer.

My mind is telling me no...

2007-05-10T14:48:51Z

But my subconscious is telling me yeah.

I am offically rid of the drama disease that is myspace. Its like the freedom you feel when you kick a really bad habit...but I need to fullfil my 'blogging' need somewhere. Even though know one cares, or even bothers to read probably...I can dream can't I?

Speaking of dreams, my life has become like a nightmare I can't awaken from. I saw my friend almost cut off her own fingers a few days ago. Then I punched my dad in the face. Then I am thrown down by seemingly the hands of an angry god on a broken plate and bloody my own hand. Wonderful.

Its just getting to the point where that little voice in the back of my head that says, 'Keep Trying!'...its about to get a bullet in its incessant rambling mouth. I just don't fucking care anymore.

Not many people do.

Ah

2006-11-09T04:14:47Z

Wow. It been a while since I have posted. I'm a myspace chick, so it takes me a while. Life has been strenuous, as it always is - absolutely relentless. I should be moving to Denver, Colorado soon. Thank fucking god, I hate this area so damn bad. Detroit can suck my metophorical dick. I can't wait to go to school and rise above my own obscurity. Jesus fuck.

Sisters of Mercy is fucking great. I can not get enough. Totally random...

(Danuces like an idiot) I have so much fun amusing myself, ha ha.

There are certain people on this earth that I miss and will always miss, for I shall never see them again. Thats the way things are I guess.

~Dani~

Dear God

2006-07-17T01:55:44Z

I need a job. I just got through with being a camp counselor for emotionally impaired children. Since then, I really have not done much of anything but bum around. Its time to get on the ball and get out there and make something of myself. I'm thinking college. With my financial backround I'm thinking I could get a lot of financial aid and be able to go full time. Life around these parts has seemed to grow stagnit, and I am considering leaving the state and seeking my solace elsewhere. I have a few friends in Denver that might give me a little help setting up shop. Either way, my life is in the process of doing a complete 180. It's either that or succumb to the desolation that is Royal Oak, and the entire Detroit area for that matter. Independance can only be acheived if one take chances. I am prepared to take that step. Everything up until now has seemed like a never-ending dream. It's time to wake up...

Sitting Pretty

2006-07-13T02:55:57Z

Ahhh...the complete boredom of everyday life. All dressed up, and the bar awaits, wow. I hope something worthwhile happens tonite, or the cord may pull tighter...

Ah, the life.

2006-07-10T00:13:25Z

Everyday is exactly the same. The sun rises, it peaks, and then falls. People communicate, travel, interact, fuck - whatever. Its just different episodes of the same over-rated TV show. And quite frankly, I hate watching television.

Inner Whispers

2006-07-08T19:56:12Z

Translucent baracades

Indefinate consumption

Unending yeilding

Jaded nostalgia

Acid tears

Broken expression

Confused righteousness

I'm listening, but I hear not

I'm dancing, but standing still

I looking, but at nothing

Broken, yet stitched

Ripping at the suchures

Better at being broken

Better at being empty

Nothingness is a black hole of forgiveness

Descending into the seventh circle of hell

Fallen angel

Listening only to Inner Whispers

A means of expression...

2006-07-07T17:33:52Z

Wow, not only have I been sucked into the cult phenomena of Myspace, here I start a live journal. Everyone used to have one of these before myspace came and sucked them into its pointlessness. So I am going to be retro and start one of these.

Today I feel quite meloncoly, a bit lost. Its seems as though am at a standstll in a thick wood, one forking off in every direction imaginable. I'm good at finding my way home in almost any circumstance, but this may take me a while.

Fatigue has stolen my crativity, that bastard. Until whenever...

Dani