'¿Cómo le fue?' my mother asks me as I walk enter my house. She may have asked me how I am, too. I reply, 'Good. I'm good.' I say so in such a way because seconds before I realize that my life is stabilizing as the lives of those around me fall to pieces. Perhaps 'life' is too much. It's likely that life never will be stable, obvious that parts of ( Read more... )

On the home front, I think I have to stop hanging out with people as much. I just had an argument with my mom, and we both had good points. But it's true, I can't just shirk my responsibilities. I know that 'All work and no play make Jack a dull boy,' but I really do need to get it together, so it's probably good that she talked some sense into me ( Read more... )

I wish I had a bit more childhood. Just a bit. Enough that having an hour looking up things about my creepy obsession and searching for upcoming concerts won't throw me off track. But now is okay. I just gotta stick it out for the rest of-- my life.

edit 10:39 P.M.:
Okay as soon as I posted this entry I regretted the last line. I was going to say ( Read more... )