The apple falls
A thud,
A dent,
Left upon the surface
Where perfection used to shine.
The core turns black,
Spreads out and down
Into everything surrouding.
Paradies ends.
Nothing left but what is seen.
A thud,
A dent,
The fist strikes again.
A tear,
Down the middle
A nail,
In the back.
One more shirt in the trash.
No one will see
A rotten apple far from the tree.
This is a test to see who's paying attention. This is a test to see how many people in my friends list actually pay attention to me. Copy and repost in your own bulletin. Lets see who the true friends are and I think I know who you are... Repost this if you are a friend...Don't reply...just copy and paste this in a new journal as 'Fake Friends'
my freind, ryan, is coming over to my house today. theres been alot of complications to get this to happen, but its happening now. i feel loads better now. LOADS.
and yes, still have my mind set on the whole NO REALATIONSHIPS thing.
stop calling...