excerpts form my journal.
-I want to travel out of the country to one city every year or so and see everything that that one city has. I want it to feel like I have spent a lifetime there. I want to see its spirit.
-We all just want to belong. Normal people want to be different and different people want to be normal. One of life's many paradoxes.
-To know how life began would be amazing. Probably the most amazing thing ever. I don't I could handle it. None of us could. The ultimate mind-fuck.
-Either you're hitch-hiking or picking up hitch-hikers. You must be mindful of whose car you get into as well as who you let into yours.
-My faith needs to be stronger.
-My internal stress was caused by hate and heartache; enemies and false friends. Neither had my best interest at hand. I tried to reason with love.
-I don't hate you. I never have. I never will.
-I am always caught off guard when someone likes what I am wearing and they ask me where I got a particular article of clothing. I freeze up and tell them some made up place that doesn't really exist.
-I give, I give, and I give. All people do is take. There's only been one person that gave back to me. I fucked up and couldn't say the words.
-We all just want to belong. Normal people want to be different and different people want to be normal. One of life's many paradoxes.
-To know how life began would be amazing. Probably the most amazing thing ever. I don't I could handle it. None of us could. The ultimate mind-fuck.
-Either you're hitch-hiking or picking up hitch-hikers. You must be mindful of whose car you get into as well as who you let into yours.
-My faith needs to be stronger.
-My internal stress was caused by hate and heartache; enemies and false friends. Neither had my best interest at hand. I tried to reason with love.
-I don't hate you. I never have. I never will.
-I am always caught off guard when someone likes what I am wearing and they ask me where I got a particular article of clothing. I freeze up and tell them some made up place that doesn't really exist.
-I give, I give, and I give. All people do is take. There's only been one person that gave back to me. I fucked up and couldn't say the words.