So many emotions. So many. They're stuck, just under the skin. Building up and up with every heartbeat. I need a better method of release. Spontaneous combustion of even the softest emotions is so destructive. Without efficient expression I come off as dead. Oh, but I care. I care and it's fucking scary just how much I care. My life is like a ( Read more... )

I'm wearing my raincloud hat again. The condensation is pouring down my face, but the cloud's not lightening up. I'll come over if you come over first. This cloud halo seems to be an accumulation of displaced emotions. Displaced, misunderstood, altered, whatever. Build up like tartar. The repressed emotions park on your crown, collecting and ( Read more... )

Feeling shitty, don't exactly know the cause. I can't stop yawning. Maybe I'm tired? Sounds right ( Read more... )

Whoa, am I growing up? Probably not. I just ate an entire bag of gummy bears in like five minutes, then started freaking out. It was a pleasant freak out, involving gerbil noises and other dog whistle frequencies. I like feeling happy and not having to make a conscious effort toward that emotion.---Ok, happy...and GO. I feel great right now. I ( Read more... )

I would like to be more accessible right now. I big, tall hug would be amazing right now. I'm not depressed, but I feel somewhat helpless at the moment. I don't seem to have a job at the moment. All of my job prospects are in the process: I'm waiting until Sunday for an audition and I can't talk to kids about lessons until at least next week. Aside ( Read more... )

I constantly remember a particular sensation but I have no clue what it is from. I typically think of it when I'm laying in bed before I fall asleep. I don't remember what it is from or when. The only way I can describe it is that I feel extremely small and it seems like there are two large floaty things attached to the front of my face ( Read more... )

I'm hanging out with my mom and step dad tonight. Aside from having horrible asthma (from dog allergies), I choked on a piece of lettuce during dinner. It feels like I got hit in the chest with one of those twirly Medieval Times spiky balls. So now, I'm lounging in my underthings and some huge tube socks coughing my eyes out. It's awesome. I think ( Read more... )

I just realized a huge paradox about myself. I am huge on being spontaneous and whatnot, but at the same time I get hung up on the same rituals and tastes on a daily basis. I love sitting around, listening to music, but I ALWAYS listen to the same stuff! If somebody introduces something new to me, I'll listen to it once, then listen to Rocket Man 5 ( Read more... )

So, sometime in my sophomore year of high school, I met Mr. Matt. One of the first things I remember about him was when he claimed that you could go to Panera and say "flambaggle tiddly donk" to get a free bagel. It didn't work.

Insomniac extraordinaire. In a way, I enjoy it. I wish I had more efficient ways of expressing the weird shit that I think up when I'm tired. When I'm really tired, I have a hard time forming complete thoughts as it is. Soooo, I'm going to read I guess and try to sleep as much before I wake up ass-early in the morning. Yow.