1:08 am

it's 1 am and i can't sleep. i want to though. saw corpse bride. i don't want her fate. she gives up love for her love and turns into butterflies. no i won't die that way.

i feel so guilty. one moment i had extreme euphoria, the next moment, it's another story. strange how life works that way.

see this is a poem about a girl named voodoo doll by tim burton.

Her skin is white cloth,
and she's all sewn apart
and she has many colored pins
sticking out of her heart.

She has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.

But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets
too close to her,

the pins stick farther in.