I am holding too many things inside of me. My calm demeanor is really me stifling everything that I really feel and think. It has caused me to be viewed as a nice person. It is nice for all of you but not for me. I am getting gray hairs because of this. I can feel my heart struggling to pump because of this. I can't do this anymore.

Today is the first day of school. I feel like I'm eight again. I have no friends and I have to walk around by myself waiting for my next class to happen. Except when I was eight I didn't fall asleep nearly as much. But whatever. I'm taking Astronomy, Anthropology of Religion and Printmaking today. 13 units total. Class on Tuesday Wednesday and ( Read more... )

Hey. I liked the idea of people reading my life before that I didn't know or trust. But now I don't. So if you wanna read something about me, become a member of LiveJournal and put me on your friends page. Hopefully, if I know you, I won't block you.

Peace,
Al Blotto