i know i have said it before, but i'm tired of being alone. loneliness is a mean motherfucker.

some people aren't as good as we wish.

i'm ready to run away, get the fuck out of this town. sometimes home doesn't feel like home. sometimes it seems as though i'm the only one not in it for self interest.

fuck all of this shit. i'm not going to feel used.

Thursday, around five hours after noon, Mitch picked me up, and we left for Jared's house, north of Fort Wayne. We drove straight there. His mom gave us a bottle of Oliver, made in Bloomington, but before that we watched the American Hardcore documentary. We heard Herny Rollins talking about jocks that found hardcore refer to them still having the ( Read more... )

Today I wrote a letter to my representative concerning this monstrousity: http://www.in.gov/apps/lsa/session/billwatch/billinfo?year=2007&session=1&request=getBill&docno=0007&doctype=SJRRead more... )

i am in the process of editing everything i've ever wrote and deciding what isn't shit. i'm considering self publishing a book, i found a site that is rather cheap ( Read more... )

It's too late to be fall and not cold enough to be winter, and Duck Creek is only partially frozen. The woods are full of naked trees. Two boys, cousins, walk, bundled up, and look at their breath, watch it become visible like it is magic. The boys are talking and nagivating the banks of the creek, and with each step their shoes slightly sink into ( Read more... )

i just stood in the middle of my living room for a while, watching it snow. i watched ghosts walk their way down the street. it was comforting. tonight i think i'll sleep well.

spent time with my long lost best friend ( Read more... )

tonight is one of those nights, when you question living, when you think too much. tonight is one of those nights, i realize that i've lost so many friends and miss so many people, i want them to be all here. tonight is one of those nights i wish i believed in an afterlife. tonight i'd like to have a long list of everyone and every moment or period ( Read more... )

i went and started to fill up those seventy pages. i finally realized what my life is about, or what i want it to be about ( Read more... )