Unfortunately I don't know that this journal represents who I am anymore. Perhaps that's why I stopped writing in it. Maybe that means I need to clean it up and put a few face on it. Reclaim it ( Read more... )

It's been a long time.

A lot has happened. I'm not sure if it has ended up for the better or what. It's certainly more complicated.

It never stops marching.

Merry 2007. :D

Oh, my, journal, how are you? Well? Somewhat empty, you say? Well, we can fix that.

Let us see! I just read caiata's posty, and I like her headings. I'm going to borrow them (or some similar to them).

Meri Kirisumasu!The Christmas Haul ( Read more... )

AHHH.

It's Saturday night and I'm stuck sitting here. God, I want to go out. Somewhere, amongst people.

ARGH.

Having one of those nights where I wish someone, everyone, would tell me what's wrong with me, what they hate, how I'm dumb, what I do wrong, all at once, so I can fix it and be a better person. Please ( Read more... )

The evening's things ( Read more... )

Mmbbllaah.

That's about how I am in most respects. I feel like I should just give up.

-Anonymous, RIT Tunnels.

There. Now we shall never forget.

The posty ( Read more... )