Danielle's Journal

Tired of the typical....waiting on the wonderful...


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I'm so confused/sad...don't ask why, I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to.
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Dear book, this is another day in my life. A life is like a book. A book is like a box. A box has six sides. Inside and outside, so, how do you get to what's inside? How do you get what's inside, out? Once upon a time, there lived a very pretty girl, who lived in a beautiful box, and everybody loved her.
Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I've walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, and above.

*This is life, not heaven. You don't have to be perfect...

"Are you nervous?"
-Yeah.
"Am I making you nervous?"
-Yeah.
"Well, good, that's the idea. You scare the shit out of people so they can't see how scared you are."

"You look so pretty."
-Thank you.
"I love you."
-I know, you love everyone.

*She hated to be photographed. You had to run after her and tie her down. And you had to get past all the junk in her hair. But she was special.


"Where are you going?"
-You don't have any clothes on.
"Don't change the subject."

*You were the one, the only one, and you were amazing.

"I'd tell them that you don't have to be anybody. Because I know that being somebody doesn't make you anybody anyway."


"I did one line! ONE lousy line, and that's it."
-What about yesterday? And the day before, and the day before that?
"Nothing."
-I don't believe you.


**GOD, look at the tracks on her arms....




I'm a fucking model

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