here is a recent opinion piece posted in my university's newspaper ( Read more... )

to my scotland- bound wonder:

HAPPY BIRTHDAYY!

<3

last night brought me back to this thing, in a way. and reading it again, was to say the least, odd. i was so naive, so full of this lack luster hope. and i thought that rants in here would make it all better. and what a diluted world i live in. the issues, problems, whatever the fuck you want to call them, all seem so petty nw. it is amazing was ( Read more... )

im sick of being my mother's punching bag.
im sick of living in this house.
its draining the life out of me

my mother is slowly but surely sucking the spirit out of me

i am seriously going insane having to deal with her and her comments all the time.

ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGG
.but i do have to say screaming helps.

oh the internet is a MARVELOUS place to procrastinate!
look what i found today....

( the wierd guys who write poems.... )

fucking a, fucking a. get me out of here. i want to run and run and never ever look back.

( fuck them. my rant about my parents. hidden for your pretection )

so i've been told i need to update. kinda sorta only so someone can see my icon but whatever ( Read more... )

the continuing question
when will feet reach the ground
and when will things begin...
once again.

"what we must decide is perhaps how we are valuable
rather than how valuable we are..."

"I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend."
-shawshank redemption