i said i loved you-- i lied.
Waiting for Godot- Samuel Beckett
Laughing Wild/ Baby with the Bathwater- Christopher Durang
Neil Simon Monologues
^purchases from tonight
also I received two days ago or so
Existentialism and Human Emotions- Jean Paul Sartre
A Happy Death- Albert Camus
all of these make me happy
how will I keep up with all I want to read? I can't get enough.
I should be going to my first day of AP Statistics tomorrow.
I wish I could express my thoughts and feelings in a way that made me not look like a dumbass.
Even if I am paranoid I believe I can justify my paranoid behavior...it makes sense to me.
I may sound crazy a lot of the time.
I don't know what to say to you, I don't want things to change even more than they already have. My God have things changed.
I like sitting in the chorus room at lunch, reading.
Sitting back and listening to conversation instead of interacting with your peers brings a new perspective.
I don't think my feelings matter a lot of the time..they don't seem realistic or convenient in any way.
I don't think they're supposed to be.
oh the anxiety. it makes my face break out.
my friends on livejournal are pretty crappy, they never comment.
I'm a crappy livejournal friend, I never comment.
I like the name of my new lj, it seems to resemble the name for a new beginning of a sort; however, I have rarely used it for such.
My english teacher in the 8th grade told me he saw a glimpse of brilliance in my writing, I wonder where that ran to.
You do express yourself in ways that seem magical and that time you kissed me on the forehead and looked me in the eye and bid me farewell was all the expressing I could ever really demand.
How can I be doubtful of such a moment that made me feel like a friend.
A friend with a warmed heart.
I want to be brilliant, I want to be free from all of your constraints.
I will break free from you and your meaningless banter.
I want to frolic in the field, when the rain comes down softly.
I want to lay down in the grass and not care
I want to be loved and though these wants are selfish, whether or not you'll admit it
you want it too.
I saw your face as he drove off and I sat sniffling in the passenger seat.
I knew you drove to catch up and I didn't look.
I saw your face before you started the car and I felt anything warm in my body escape immediately.
I was chilled with utter loneliness.
So far away.
I'm not sure if this is vague, I just rambled.
It's probably about you.
oh me oh you.
i can leave, leave now and let everything drop to the floor.
nothing will linger waiting for my arrival, nothing will stop.
if i cling to the ground praying for my day to slow
nothing really will slow but me
the world will never stop for me
what am i really responsible for?
surely you can't tell me.
livejournal is so stupid.
&hearts Jess
Laughing Wild/ Baby with the Bathwater- Christopher Durang
Neil Simon Monologues
^purchases from tonight
also I received two days ago or so
Existentialism and Human Emotions- Jean Paul Sartre
A Happy Death- Albert Camus
all of these make me happy
how will I keep up with all I want to read? I can't get enough.
I should be going to my first day of AP Statistics tomorrow.
I wish I could express my thoughts and feelings in a way that made me not look like a dumbass.
Even if I am paranoid I believe I can justify my paranoid behavior...it makes sense to me.
I may sound crazy a lot of the time.
I don't know what to say to you, I don't want things to change even more than they already have. My God have things changed.
I like sitting in the chorus room at lunch, reading.
Sitting back and listening to conversation instead of interacting with your peers brings a new perspective.
I don't think my feelings matter a lot of the time..they don't seem realistic or convenient in any way.
I don't think they're supposed to be.
oh the anxiety. it makes my face break out.
my friends on livejournal are pretty crappy, they never comment.
I'm a crappy livejournal friend, I never comment.
I like the name of my new lj, it seems to resemble the name for a new beginning of a sort; however, I have rarely used it for such.
My english teacher in the 8th grade told me he saw a glimpse of brilliance in my writing, I wonder where that ran to.
You do express yourself in ways that seem magical and that time you kissed me on the forehead and looked me in the eye and bid me farewell was all the expressing I could ever really demand.
How can I be doubtful of such a moment that made me feel like a friend.
A friend with a warmed heart.
I want to be brilliant, I want to be free from all of your constraints.
I will break free from you and your meaningless banter.
I want to frolic in the field, when the rain comes down softly.
I want to lay down in the grass and not care
I want to be loved and though these wants are selfish, whether or not you'll admit it
you want it too.
I saw your face as he drove off and I sat sniffling in the passenger seat.
I knew you drove to catch up and I didn't look.
I saw your face before you started the car and I felt anything warm in my body escape immediately.
I was chilled with utter loneliness.
So far away.
I'm not sure if this is vague, I just rambled.
It's probably about you.
oh me oh you.
i can leave, leave now and let everything drop to the floor.
nothing will linger waiting for my arrival, nothing will stop.
if i cling to the ground praying for my day to slow
nothing really will slow but me
the world will never stop for me
what am i really responsible for?
surely you can't tell me.
livejournal is so stupid.
&hearts Jess