I love writing when I have nothing to say. It usually incites subconscious information and I get a glimpse at a part of myself that I don't know very well. We're all layers upon layers upon layers upon layers ( Read more... )

Sometimes I get to the point where I don't care who is listening. I just want to express whatever is I want/need to get out. What I do miss is the exchange. Talking to walls is only fun for a while. I want the wall to understand, throw out some colors at me. ENGAGE me. It's always nice to have someone that listens...but I think real listening ( Read more... )

So I have this thing...and I never write. I used to. Even then it wasn't enough...or a lot. What to say. Life is crazy. Simple, complicated, boring, exciting, confusing, understandable and all that and a bag of chips. Everyone and their mom's were there. Yes their mom's too. Or is it "Moms ( Read more... )

Bless the pages of an empty slate with words created through an open gate ( Read more... )

I had been meaning to write for so long, yet I never managed to do so. Many reasons why, but oh well ( Read more... )

I am mourning for the things which I am going to leave behind in order to do the things I want to do…in order to do the things which I was born to do ( Read more... )

“Character A is no different from character B who is played by the role of the author of this work. Character A (commonly referred to as simply ‘A’) has reached a process of “angst” which in some form is reflective of the natural rebellious phase displayed in typically teenagers and adolescents. In order to get to a state of progress destruction is ( Read more... )

Life is fucking crazy...or maybe its just me. Or maybe I'm the sane one and everyone and everything else is crazy. Damn...

c o n f u s i o n

I've just been wanting somone to shoot me in the fucking head the past 3 days. My mind is a little bitch. But I will kick my own ass...anyway I can. Life? F life. Death? F Death. F everything.

I win...?

What the fuck is going on? I wish I had a box of answers that I could trust. I sit in limbo bouncing back and forth through ecstasy, illusion, reality, pain, pleasure, passion la la la. How is anyone supposed to make choices that are already made ( Read more... )

I never knew happines such as this existed...