MeYoww.

I want me a punk girl who's not afraid to be herself, with her bright pink hair curled up, she knows every album on my shelf. Flipping back her hair, snapping on her gum, giving you the finger while sticking out her thumb.

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Abercrombie models probably have feelings too...

If you wanted to witness a meltdown, my dear, you should've tried introducing some of the fiery passion you faked with your ice cold heart. Oh, what a selfless, victimless act that would've been.

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New phone, more photos to be posted?

When I make a midnight snack, I keep it real.

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Where Have You Been? Right By Your Side.

I'm not sure when I'll die, but I do know that heartbreaking sports losses or girls will be the cause of it... Possibly a combination of both.
The Pats, Bruins, Celtics, and now Holland have all met devastating finishes to their seasons resulting in my spirit being crushed, even though they went farther than anyone expected. I'm a die-hard fan, I'll leave it at that.
I suppose it's the same way with relationships. I give them my all in hopes that it'll result in a fulfilling and long-lasting partnership filled with joy and smiles.
So far I'm batting .000 and it's looking like my days in the relationship game are numbered. I'm nearing my mid-twenties and have nothing to show but dozens of notebooks filled with silly poems/sketches/songs/journal entires/bitch sessions, and a scarred heart.
I'm very fortunate to have a loving and supportive family and group of friends, a clean bill of health, and an overactive imagination. I take time everyday to hug my family and friends, keep my body and mind in shape, and use my fingers to write everything my lonely little brain channels through them. I'm extremely grateful for what I have and I constantly am telling myself that there are billions of people worse off than I am. I would love to move up and on with my life. Get myself a nice little place in the city where I can settle down and use everything around me to soak my currently dry and stale mind to replenish it and make something worthwhile.
The lack of updates and entries are due to my journal being reduced to one liners, unfinished poems, and broken thoughts. I apologize for being so strung out on heartbreak and what's left of the teenage angst that I've used to fuel my pen. I've still yet to get the hang of this life deal... It's in a work in progress.
I',m contemplating posting some of the one liners in case there's at least one lonely, broken soul out there like mine who finds comfort in them.

I must now retire to my living quarters in search of sleep in a bed where none has been found recently. I'm worried that it might be devoid of any slumber. Is it possible to run out of sleep? Obviously I've been awake for too long asking a question like that...

But yes, now off to pass out with my ass out,
Hugs & Kisses to the Misters & the Misses,
Geoffy
xoxo

The Lullaby I Would've Sung To You

My Mind Doesn't Belong To You Which Is Why It Seems Wrong To You

My mind doesn't belong to you which is why it seems wrong to you.
What I did was right for me, what you did was lie to me then hide from me while trying to be brave. But as far as I can see you're nothing but a lying thief with false ideas and selfish ideals that you stole from me and made your own, now you're alone. A queen with an empty throne longing for a king not to sit next to her, but have sex with her, 'cause deep down in her darkened core she's nothing but an empty whore, searching for a cure to fill the void she tortured then left me for.

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All's Hell But Ends Well

I've hit rock bottom, now my back's against the wall
with a fully loaded thought-gun and a clear view of it all.
I don't wanna be invincible, just rid me of my pain
Get drunk and stoned and martyred all while dancing in the rain
I'm so afraid to pull the trigger, though I know it'll set me free
from this dark cloud growing bigger and its shadow engulfing me.
I don't wanna be invincible, just rid me of my pain
Get drunk and stoned and martyred all while dancing in the rain
Yearning for the hot sun, my back's against the wall
with a fully loaded thought-gun ready to fix this all.
There's just so many hearts I wish I'd touched, but had no guts to face,
'cause I hate myself so much that all my love just goes to waste.
I don't wanna be invincible, just rid me of my pain
Get drunk and stoned and martyred all while dancing in the rain
Laughing at the clouds, sticking out my tongue,
hoping I won't drown before my hero sun has come.

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