#{ decline;

[herectical]

Diaries are for wimps who want to pour their weak souls onto paper-- Kind of like a poet who thinks they're deeper than the ocean. Tell me: since when does the sun revolve around you?

That "glorious" time when sundials raided every garden known to man, I saw you daydreaming, jotting useless notes in that piece of crap you fill with emotions. Let me just trespass onto the properties of your dog mind.  Don't worry.  I'm not like most fleas; I don't itch.

"Wow.  This is terrible." Oops! I guess I should keep my howler mouth shut from now on. Seriously. Because of me, you're not afraid to write in your "heart-bleeding" diary, anymore.

[herectical]

You only smile when you're screaming inside You're only happy cause you're insane You only laugh when there's nothing funny I can't tell if it's the smell of your own filth or the disease that makes you laugh so hard Or maybe it's the fact that anyone wastes their time on you

After all these years? Always, said the heart to the mind

Someone once asked me how they could keep themselves from falling in love I told them it was impossible as long as your heart pumped blood through your veins

So he cut his heart out one day

He spent the next year happier than he had ever been, if not a little bit crazier as a result

When he came back to me i asked him what advice he would've given to his younger self

He said he wouldn't change anything Honestly, he never even considered it He's the kind of guy who laughs when there's nothing funny Clinically insane The longer i try to understand him, the less i notice his filth I fear his disease is contagious