DragonInTheShadows

what a childish name for a childish boy. who is this drako? the fucking ass who ruined my life that's who drako is... now i'm Avox or Osiris, there is a 3rd name, which i'm not sure of..but may be the name i'll actually go by.. i'm different now (more mature, and a lot less of the bad parts) , but still holding what's left of the broken heart i have....wondering, and dreaming. hoping, and wishing. the past two years were great...those memories torture me...but i love it.. wearing the ring once more..just that small little object holds great memories.....the many folders and books i have filled with writings, drawings...and so much more..

the journal below is just my thoughts.. i thought i started to feel better...but then seeing that face in person made it all just fall down... so different they seemed.. i think to myself wondering what i did wrong. was i really that horrible? i must have been heartless, and cruel if i could be forgotten so quick.. i was never good enough e-o and i never will be. staring at bullets on top of a computer pointed toward me, oddly doesn't phase me like it would, i don't care. all i have now anymore is...my excuse of a life, two or three friends, and my dumb ass car audio hobby.

there is no such thing..as happiness, peace and etc etc. humanity never gets along with its self, that causes the chaos, and pain. so many religions, and believes force the poor race to fight each other, are the people truly mature like they claim? absolutely not. nothing is perfect... the mind is a very strong energy filled thing, which with that being said, if worrying about something, and repeatedly thinking of it, it could become real. i had the most wonderful thing of all..i kept worrying about if i would lose that and thinking of the worst....then it really happened, if the paranoia never happened, i wouldn't have lost the thin