I am very content with my life right now. Everything seems to be working out well, for a change, I am not depressed in the slightest, spring is coming, and I will be in Costa Rica in a few days ( Read more... )

It scares me how much of my creative power is derived from destruction. I don't think many people would be comfortable surveying the inside of my skull. Or maybe everyone thinks this way and just doesn't like to talk about it ( Read more... )

It's always surprising to see how someone you thought you could have been very good friends with if you'd had the opportunity can become your worst nightmare ( Read more... )

I am at peace with the world.
The world is at peace with me.

The universe is running out opportunities to screw me over.

I am number seven in my class, and am exceedingly vain as a result of making it back into the top ten.

I just want to read all day.

School has just gotten exceedingly pointless.

Where dem girls talkin' trash?
Where dem girls talkin' trash?
Where dey at? Where dey at? Where dey at?

My life is just one rebellion after another.

My carefully carved out plans, each of them organized forks in a metaphorical road, no longer exist ( Read more... )

I spend my days watching cartoons, gorging myself on disgustingly fattening food, putting weird makeup on, scribbling in my journal, and sleeping. It's rather pathetic.
I need to get a life. Far, far, far away from here.

So I never post. Oh, dear. Oh, my ( Read more... )

I wonder how bad it is that I am honestly considering not going to prom.