I am going to start journaling more. At least before bed. I had somewhat vivid dreams last night. Weird dreams, may I add. But dreams that I remember (and felt) none-the-least. That doesn't happen to me much. I'm somewhat out of connect with my subconscious (in my opinion, from not dreaming.) Anyways, I just have a lot on my mind now-a-days. I have ( Read more... )

I feel really low right now ( Read more... )

I don't know why I find it so hard to write in my public blog. I like to write, but I think I can get distracted when I know it's in a journal that is public. I'm already right now having a hard time letting the thoughts flow because i'm thinking too much about others reading it and judging my grammar/skill level. Blah. Whatever. I need to get that ( Read more... )

I'm sitting here in the basement of my childhood Raintree Lane home with my mom (playing xbox) and my dad sipping beer. I'm sipping beer too. Sipping beer with my dad. I think that's the best kind of beer to sip. Yesterday I turned 23. Before that I moved from Boone to Asheville. Before that I graduated college. Needless to say, internet, i'm ( Read more... )

There's a chill in the air. It's getting louder, and louder, until BOOM: it exploded into a million little pieces dancing under the disco ball. Why did I ignore my intuition, why did I not listen to the warning of do not trust the lust of how intrigued I was by all the comfort of a place that was once so, alive. Now this broken home is filled with ( Read more... )

It's been a pretty interesting couple of months. Heartbreak opens your eyes a lot, as well as some doors. Growing up is such a wild journey. I feel a sense of energy flowing through every inch of me that I had lost while I was in a "serious relationship." I'm still very hurt, and confused, by him- and why he did/is doing the things he is. BUT, I ( Read more... )

I've sampled independence; the taste is bittersweet. What is to come now..

I heard that panic overcame you, I heard that music couldn't save you ( Read more... )

Stranger. Look out the window and see the car drive away once eyes lock with headlights. Questionable, yes. Funny where you stumble to, the excitement in spontaneity. To come home for the reason of cherishing those moments with who I still have with those who no longer have. Irony, the big book of answers: Socratic method. Just keep asking- let one ( Read more... )

It's all hitting closer and closer to home. The phone calls that end in tears that leave us all asking "why?" Why now? Why them? Why us? Why can't we just all live forever and be invincible? But would we really want that? It's not about how long you live it's about how you live it. There is a force sweeping over my mentality too great for me to ( Read more... )