I love Michael Brendler, but sometimes what he thinks I should do or how I should improve are recipes of impossibility. I'm currently trying to come up with an alternative to a relationship plagued with angst. He told me to confront the person, and I really don't think I can do that.
...any suggestions? >.>

Can I truly stop myself from loving anyone?
All love seems to do is get me into trouble. If only heartlessness, a lack of libido, a lack of admiration and a lack of affection were all possible...

There's something seriously demented about Wednesdays.
I had a really, really terrible day at school. IM me if you dare to want details.
Luckily, I don't have much homework, so I'm thinking I might continue the lesbian story I started yesterday. Although, really? *manic laughter* I'm not sure anything written for one of those emphasis classes is ( Read more... )

"Because no matter how hard we convince our minds we're over people, our hearts know better. And our dreams are the way our heart talks to our mind."

It's so very true. Thus, I shall try to pull an all-nighter for the rest of my life. Le sigh.

Kind of thinking about deleting this thing or at least not updating anymore.
There's something epically lame about me or my writing style or just simply my blog entries.
As well as my comments. You just know there's something really fucked up when your comments are lame.

I told sphix already in an email but I thought I'd post it here in case anyone cares.

Inara won't start up. At all. It's...very puzzling and frightening and what-not, because I have an incomplete essay on there that's due in about a week and a half that I really don't think I could rewrite if I tried. And trying to fix her this morning caused a lot ( Read more... )

Tomorrow is the anniversary of my first "real" kiss.
Considering I've forgotten what it feels like, this is extremely depressing.

 I find it somewhat interesting that of all the genres on my computer, the one I blast the most when I'm upset is the worship music ( Read more... )

I'm guilty because I make her unhappy
I'm guilty because my words make her cry
I'm guilty because I'm not the person she wants me to be
                 Which she says is myself
I'm guilty because I love her too much and yet I don't love her enough
I'm guilty because I've wanted her
I'm guilty because I don't want her enough for any romantic or sexual ( Read more... )

Thought my new userpic was a bit odd and deserved some explanation. This is part of a photo I have of almost the entire Playwriting classroom during my sophomore year. It's one of the few photos I have of Yza and me together and I think it's the only one of the two of us I didn't plan or have taken.

I showed this to a couple of people when I had it ( Read more... )