Remember when I told you how scared I was of the movie Paranormal Activity was? Well, here's a new one for you: The Fourth Kind. I'm sure a few of you have seen it, but if you haven't, save yourself the feeling of being frightened and don't go. It was super scary, I don't even want to think about it!
And I'm from Staten Island :)

Took you down for one more hit, when you gonna stop that shit? Till the next time it's okay, slowly watching you decay. Just one more time, just one last time...

I was chewin' gum for something to do. The blinds were being pulled down on the dew. Inside, out of love, what a laugh. I was looking for you.

I was shooting in the back of the car when the windows smashed on the police cars. I was swimming through the streets of New York with my cocaine dagger and throats to cut. And it was making her cry, but it was making me high

Why can't you just love me like you love your fucking drugs, you tell me that you hate it but you never get enough.

The devil's driving my car tonight and he's drunk. He's pissed, he's mad and I don't care which of you he fucks up

I'm stressin' out, I need it now. I need some fucking pills to bring me down. What's the crime if I snort a line? Toke, choke, shoot it up all at the same time.

Don't fake yourself into ever, ever thinking about yesterday. That was then, this is now, don't call it undone. Don't take what you've been dealt. You can exit out the back and make your getaway before anyone can see the damage you have done.

You like it better when we're wasted cause it's less complicated. But when the drugs are gone and faded, I look at your face and hate it.

What's the worst you could feel and you only need a friend, but you say, it isn't me.

Addiction is trickery. For example, a man who quits smoking for 11 years spent 15 seconds in an elevator smoking a cigarette and he gave in. What I'm trying to say is I think I love you again.

"You never thought you'd get addicted, just be cooler in an obvious way. I could say, shouldn't you have got a couple piercings and decided maybe that you were gay? In a way, I can't help but feel responsible, I always knew that you were insane with your pain."

I've figured out a way to twist reality. Just take a ton of drugs and never go to sleep and re-rent the saddest movie that you've ever seen. Push all your friends away with the cruel things that you say and if you need company, you've got the voices in your head.

If you don't, I'll start drinking, like the way I drank before and I just won't have a future anymore.

And everything got real slow, like a gunshot in the movies. And he remembered heroin boy walking in through the door, bouncing off the walls and the floor. Taking off his belt, taking off his pants, filling up the bathtub getting ready to go in for a swim. Singing I don't exist, I don't exist

I thought I'd let you know that these things take forever,
I especially am slow, but I realized that I need you

I don't think I'll ever be sorry. No, I'm not sorry for a thing I've done. And I don't think I'll ever wake up lonely cause having her around wasn't all that special.

If I could hear my echoes from five years back, they would join me in accord, because I've been saying the same thing for years now: "Things are going to have to change in the morning."

But some emotions don't make a lot of noise. It's hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint, like a heartbeat mixed with pure love. Some days it's so quiet, you don't even know it's there.

Because I don't know what tomorrow brings. It is alive with such possibilities. All I know is I feel better when I sing.

We're all dying, he'll die younger while he's still a pretty man, cause there's nothing after thirty, that has always been his plan. When your heroes fell in glory and you're tracing every move, well, you gotta have that story like you didn't even choose.

I love being from New York and living here. The Yankees make me so proud, haha.

You gave your line, you fell in love. You feel the shadow. There's no more to borrow, there's no more to steal. And no more to feel

Ideas come with explosive immediacy, like an instant birth. Human thought is like a monstrous pendulum, it keeps swinging from one extreme to another.

The boys got problems, the boys got stress
the boys got a .38 hidden in his desk

The way you're singing in your sleep, the way you look before you leap, the strange illusions that you keep. You don't know, but I'm noticing.

The anticipation and dread he felt at seeing her was also a kind of sensual pleasure and surrounding it, like an embrace, was a general elation - it might hurt, it was horribly inconvenient, no good might come of it, but he had found out for himself what it was to be in love and it thrilled him

If I'd been someone else in a different world I would have done something different but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.

I have sat on park benches and trains and school room chairs, feeling the great store of unused, objectless love sitting in my belly like a stone until I was sure I would cry out and fall, flailing to the ground.

I was anti-everything and everyone. I didn't want people around me. This aversion was not some big crippling anxiety; merely a mature recognition of my own psychological vulnerability and my lack of suitability as a companion. Thoughts jostled for space in my crowded brain as I struggled to give them some order which might serve to motivate my listless life.

"Their women, they were these big round-titted girls, you would say hello to them and they would just flop on the bed and fuck you; we liked sexual tension, S&M, not fucking. They were barefoot, we had platform boots. They were eating bread they had baked themselves - and we never ate at all."

You can't dwell on what might have been - and it's not fair to condemn him for something he hasn't done.

You're not me, you're a model of freedom.
All you need are your kicks when you need 'em

His eyes are wild, psychotic slits that bat dance in your soul, looking for good things to crush or bad elements to identify with.

Most people talk when they have nothing to say. I'm not talking because I have too much to say. None of which I'd want you to hear.

Coming from you, friend is a three letter word. End is the only part of the word that I hear. Call me morbid or absurd, but to me, coming from you, friend is a three letter word and nothing more.

You must have been in a place so dark, you couldn't feel the light reaching for you through that stormy cloud. Now here we are, gathered in our little hometown. This can't be the way you meant to draw a crowd.

Well, liars, they leave a guilty trail
and let me tell you something people,
I've been lying for fucking years

I felt sorry for him already. This was a screwed up place he'd come to. But he didn't have to know that. Not yet, anyway. There in that room, the world probably still seemed small enough to manage.

Sometimes to do the things you love, you leave the ones you love behind.

And you know it might not be that bad, you were the best I'd ever had. If I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago, I might not be alone.

I know you can't stand my wandering hands, but how can I apologize, comply with my demands? They're written on these pages, it's written on our faces. I know you don't want this, but know that I need this more than I did before. It's easy to see that it's hard to ignore your subtle hands, I'm catching wind how insincere are your finger prints.

Who says I can't get stoned? Turn off the lights and telephone, me in my house alone. Who says I can't get stoned? Who says I can't be free from all the things I used to be? Rewrite my history, who says I can't be free?

Every once in awhile, a band emerges fully formed, that fulfills a dream no one even realized they had. A band who are spookily, synchronically of the moment, but who also transcend it, slightly glazed eyes already on where they're going next

Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds onto you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic

I saw you walking by today. Your hair was longer and you might have been a little taller, but it was still you and you still smiled at me and I still couldn't speak.

I tried to help you, but the closer I got, the further you walked away. Was it hope that kept you alive through the years and should I even call it living?

everything you've ever wanted came the moment you stopped looking

and I won't ever be lonely again. No, no, no, no. But until that time I think I had better find some disbelief to suspend, cause I don't want to feel like this again.

I wanted to be one of those people who have streaks to maintain, who scorch the ground with their intensity. But for now, at least I knew such people and they needed me, just like comets need tails.

See, when you're mad, you don't miss people.
So if you stay mad, it's like you never knew them at all

Please be kind, don't drop the rock on me. Don't go outside and discover that you like being free.

Well I had better friends in my worst of plans than I ever had in either one of you.

There are worse ways for a guy to spend his time than to sit and think of you. I think I'd marry you. Just your smile leaves me satisfied, though you're not mine. So for the rest of my life, I'm gonna search for someone just like you.

I stayed home, took a Vicodin.
Sometimes, it's all that I can do

Is it your fear of being buried that makes you so afraid to speak? An avalanche of opinions like the one that I am now underneath.

The newspaper said, what are you doing in bed?
I said we are only trying to get some peace.

Through the roof of your mouth, through the mouth of your eye, through the eye of the needle, it's easier for me to get closer to heaven than ever feel whole again.

If time could stop, how could I make this more poetic, when there's nothing more pathetic to be said.

I never knew the difference between bullshit and sincere,
as long as it sounded good

Sit down, please make yourself comfortable. I might need some time to dance around what I need to say. I love you to death, but I think I need a break

"I usually see people's faults when I'm stoned, but I also pick out the perfect ones. Basically you're either perfect like a shining light or you're uglier than the devil. the judgment I make about people while high, always turns out to be right."

Thank you all so much for your sweet comments. Most of my quotes are somewhat a reflection of what I feel, but sometimes it's just a metaphor, not the real thing. Like if it sounds like I'm depressed or something, it's really my way of releasing some tensions through words. Don't worry about me :)

I'm not calling you a liar, just don't lie to me. I'm not calling you a thief, just don't steal from me. I'm not calling you a ghost, just stop haunting me. And I love you so much, I'm gonna let you kill me.

Have I ever told you before, I think you're beautiful when you're sleeping? After some time, it's something I find true. Love's not a grave, it shouldn't decay on you.

I was seven years old when I watched the world fall down. I can't remember, but I like the way it sounds. I never realized that kids like me grow up in war, so I thought my life was hard until you told me yours. And if the sky should fall and break you up while it hits the ground, you won't ever let life go. Won't ever let you go. Just follow the lights home.

When you understand that what you're telling is just a story, it isn't happening anymore. When you relize the story you're telling is just words, when you can just crumble it up and throw your past in the trash can, then we'll figure out who you're going to be.

The difference between how you look and how you see yourself is enough to kill most people. And maybe the reason vampires don't die is because they can never see themselves in photographs or mirrors.

No, I don't do drugs anymore, either. But I'll tell you something about drugs. I used to do drugs, but I'll tell you something honestly about drugs, honestly, and I know it's not a very popular idea, you don't hear it very often anymore, but it is the truth: I had a great time doing drugs. Sorry. Never murdered anyone, never robbed anyone, never raped anyone, never beat anyone, never lost a job, a car, a house, a wife or kids, laughed my ass off and went about my day.

I picked you up and lifted your wilted frame into the sun. I was taken back, yeah, I was taken back. And by the time I caught my breath, you had blossomed into something that I did not expect.

You're not my favorite mistake, you're just a simple regret. I thought I knew who you were but watch how fast and watch how well I forget.

Waking up to the sound of traffic, headlights flicker through the room. And here comes that heavy scent from a night well spent and for a moment, I felt safe.

I'm trying, I need more time. You're gone, I'm just sitting here. You didn't say anything at all. I've got a thousand words for not missing you. Don't worry, I'm not going to call. I tell myself I'll forget you. Oh, trust me, I will.

You do this, you do. You take the things you love and tear them apart.

And just when you think that you might have crossed the worst of it, and just when you can't possibly do yourself in again, you're caught a bad way. You're feeling stupid and small or you're only feeling human again. Fuck, break then mend away, shine everyday.

anxiety, proximity erupting from the chemistry of testosterone, isolated until the first fists fly.

Tonight I'll play shitloads of video games. Tonight I'll decide too late to go get on the train and play out my stupid, misguided version of fun. Tonight I'll get stupid fucking drunk and be an idiot, ashamed of what I've done.

Time has told me, you are a rare, rare find. A troubled cure for a troubled mind. And time has told me not to ask for more, for someday our ocean will find its shore.

I really love discovering new music and learning their music and then connecting to them. It really is a wonderful thing.

Pain is self inflicted,
Cause is not

There was a woman lying on the floor, blueish pale. Staring a hole through his soul. There was blood underneath, the shotgun lying next to her. He mumbled, "Am I closer now, is this the path that God has chosen out for me?"

I know you're sad because it's winter. But I can promise you a spring. I know you're cold, I see you shiver. But I can promise you a spring.

Do you believe in forever?
I don't even believe in tomorrow.

tomorrow's new, tomorrow's warm
remember, when you're all alone.

I left myself, I left my body. I got so frightened by the light and all the things that I could see, I left myself.

You make me strong and I make you weak. The perfect mismatch and disharmony.

He took a long look in the mirror, shook his head. Felt the arms of God letting go. Couldn't breathe. It had to stop. Voices screaming out inside of him. The world was turning black, cold, cruel and vicious. Time was knocking on a closing door, wanting more.

I am your needle,
I am your option out of here, it's that simple.

If there was no heaven, there would be no hell. If I couldn't feel, I would probably hurt myself. I open my eyes but I cannot see. The people I looked up to are not for real.

Oh dear father, can't you see?
I'm not running away
I'm just searching for the real me.

I feel the blood under my skin and I hate every part of me. How could I lose the only thing worth keeping. Now I'm sorry I didn't wait for you.

Hey sister, take them with you. Hey brother, hurt will make you strong. Your tears will turn to laughter. A last look back and then you're on.

I feel the blood under my skin, like so many times before.
This journey got the best of me and I am sorry I couldn't wait anymore.

"I saw the coming of the end, sun stopped its shining, air is no longer fresh. Then it was too late to realize that we can't breathe our hate."

Trust and you'll be trusted, says the liar to the fool. Lust and so what if you're busted? In love and war, there ain't no rules.

In this maze of hatred, the name of god is lost

His tongue down your throat, his hand up your skirt. Yeah, I'm a man but it still hurts.

I wish I had a party to go to on Halloween or something like that... I'll probably just end up with a Dorothy costume smelling like pot, hah!

All the books you started reading, all the boys you started seeing, every half completed sentiment that you always meant to say, get stuck inside a memory, like a miracle unfinished and you only feel like going back to where there's no place to stay.

I'd rather do half as much with twice as much passion,
say half as much with twice as much meaning.

I'm sorry I wasn't right for you
Just what did you expect for me to do?
You know that I would have done anything for you.

No matter how much you think you love someone, you will always step back when their pool of blood edges up too close.

This is what I know about love: that it is tested everyday and what is not renewed is lost. One either chooses to care more or to care less. Once the choice is to care less, then there is no stopping the momentum of goodbye.

I look at him and all I can think about is the day when I won't be able to anymore.

In that moment, I felt my heart break and I thought, "I can't live without you. I don't want to live without you." And then it slowly crept into my mind that no matter how bad I wanted or needed you, it wouldn't matter. Somehow and very painfully, I was sure, my life would continue. With or without you, right?

You laughed off my affections while I passed by your direction. I should have known from your walk it was the last time I'd see you.

Walking out on the show is walking out on you
and walking out on you is still the best thing that I ever did

And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose, feeling like I'm worthless. But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine. Content with the fact that I know this city's mine.

And it won't matter now whatever happens to me, though the air speaks of all we'll never be, it won't trouble me

There's no need to argue, you think you're always right. I won't even bother, it's just another fight. You always have it your way.

We might be different but our hearts won't lie and little ever changes when you view it from the sky. And the damage we encounter the earth just passes by. And little ever changes if anything at all and remind ourselves how small we are.

So here we both are battling similar demons, not coincidentally. You see in getting beyond knowing it solely intellectually you're not relinquishing your majesty. You are wise, you are warm, you are courageous. You are big and I love you more now than I ever have in my whole life.

I'm a shock star,
No matter what they say
I do what I like and I do it my way

You hadn't seen your father in such a long time, he died in the arms of his lover, how dare he. Your mother never left the house, she never married anyone else, you took it upon yourself to console her

I can't stop thinking of where I was before the drugs. A young daydreamer, fixed on screaming, still really love the life: drinking, snorting, smoking. Eyes super jaded, loaded, hated, my hands won't stop shakin'.

You be love
and I'll be a liar

It's no mystery, I obviously wish he'd just go before I break everything. He's always telling me that he's dying to know everything but he never really listens.

I had the notion that you'd make me change my ways, my bad habits would be gone in a matter of days. I had the feeling that you'd open up my eyes to a whole new world that had since been in disguise. But that day will most likely never come for me and it's just my luck to end up getting stuck to everything you are.

I've wasted more time dreaming than living. So cherish these days, enjoy every breath like it will be the last of your life. Please never look back and never look back because you won't forget why you cried.

In a confident fashion, I will admit my deepest and darkest to him and every gaze across the table will send my unsuspecting body into shock

I don't wonder if you're wondering where I am, cause I don't care if I ever see you again. Well I'm sick of being compared to what you had before. I'm sick of being what you don't want anymore. I'm sick of being used, bruised and ignored because that's just not what loving is for.

I braved treacherous streets
And kids strung out on homemade speed
and we shared a bed in which I could not sleep at all

Are you here forever standing by the road with the benefit of feeling on your own, where the river ends, the sun is coming down through the vision valley waiting to be found.

I've got a book of matches
I've got a can of kerosene
I've got some bad ideas involving you and me

They stuck me in an institution, said it was the only solution to give me the needed professional help to protect me from the enemy.

as long as i get my fix, i watched the pain dissolve, there's nothing left but bliss. looking at the bright side, at the bright side.

Did I really love or was I addicted to the pain, the exquisite pain of wanting someone so unattainable and just like that I untied myself and I was free, but there was nothing exquisite about it.