- [ Ugh. This is a horrible post. ]
Adam wrote:"I will carry you, kicking and screaming as
always, and in the end you will thank me.'"

Linkin Park wrote:"What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening? Do I
Sit here and try to stand it, or do I
Try to catch them red-handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
Because I can't hold on when I'm stretched so thin,
I make the right moves but I'm lost within.
I put on my daily facade, but then
I just end up getting hurt again."
✣Δ∂αм✣Яαʏиɛ✣βℓα∂ɛ✣
♂/17/Single/October 7th 1994

- I’d brought everything to this school with me and had somehow managed to squeeze it into my half of the dorm. My guitars, my amp, my skateboard, and all my posters, cd’s, and video games, along with my clothes. Right now though, I was being the usual nuisance I always was. Personally I didn’t think I was bothering anyone by skateboarding on the marbled hallway floors. I was just cruising around, doing nothing in particular. Just pushing myself every so often with my right leg to regain my speed. The hallways were dead, empty, there was nobody in them. It was weird, but I didn’t care. “More skating room for me,” I’d laughed when I’d come out of my room wearing black skinny jeans, black DC shoes, and a dubstep t-shirt.
I pushed myself further ahead, blocking out all the voices that filled my head as I drifted past rooms. I’d finally found an object to do a trick on. It was a statue on a large stone block. I ollied onto it easily, grinding my board on the edge of it before clacking back down onto the floor. I was bored though, there was nothing to skateboard on in here. The terrain was too dull, no real room for tricks or anything else. So I hooked a left and started skating back to my own room so I could go play guitar or something.
Adam wrote:"One should rather die than be betrayed. There is no deceit in death. It delivers precisely what it has promised. Betrayal, though... betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope."