All I really want is you. I don't know how it could be so complicated without you. What is it that I see in you? What's that quality about you that makes me so happy to be near you. Why do I even try when you're as far away from me as possible. Why am I treated the way I am? It would be so simple for us to be together, but it just isn't like that. ( Read more... )

I'm updating this thing. Pretty odd and shit. I am not sure why I am doing this, must be the stress getting to me finally or something as lame. Honestly, I am in a state of confusion. I don't get my own emotions towards this girl I know, it's something positive. I wouldn't mind it going a step further than being just friends, but what that entails ( Read more... )

Still here. I feel like I cant fill myself up. I was in the middle of becoming someone new when my floor fell out from beneath me. I guess the symbolism in that is that a part of me was supported that had never been noticed by anyone. I moved on and somehow I'm still here, whats the meaning behind that? I couldnt tell you, sorry. Its just as ( Read more... )

My subject line says it all ( Read more... )

I just read that pluto isn't a planet anymore.

Fuck pluto.

Christ, I really love Quicksand. And a few other things, the few and far between.

A girl I really like reps the camo Yankees cap. Love might exist after all.

I play music with a guitarist and bassist today. I really wish I coulda recorded it, it sounded weird but familiar. That's all I'm describing it as. It was fun. For some reason I think I can sing lately, and I know I cant. Too many songs that I know the words of I guess. Having nothing to write about is stupid, the stuff I dont write about is even ( Read more... )

THE BEGINNING.

listen to Lifetime's Ostrichsized. Amen.

Whats up faggots ( Read more... )

Firstly, I seem to really hate myself at night. I cant sleep and I'm pretty much awake every other hour. Strange. I need to get more sleep ( Read more... )

I'm not grateful for being up really late at night. I don't know why I hate it now. Guess it's only then, when I can't really sleep and I'm just sorta laying there, do I really start thinking about my "better days". Not that I think I'm having bad days lately, but I guess they're more fond memories than anything else. I fucking hate writing in this ( Read more... )