I'm disliking getting to the bottom of things I never asked to understand. I never wanted to realize that this state of mind existed. This state where I walk around in a constant battle against my own thoughts and petty struggles in my oh-so-important life. I don't think its morbid or pitiful to wish I had never been born. And I'm thinking it ( Read more... )

A realization like this pushes me farther and farther onto the other side of "You'll understand one day." I'm growing out of inexperience with manipulation and self-loathing more and more each minute. Why is it we always feel this is as far as it can go? Everything's brand new and sure to be the worst thing that has ever happened. How many ( Read more... )

I was a guest speaker this morning in a fairly large Race and Ethnicity class. I walked in at 8:45 and sat down facing the students. Professor Pyle: "Alright class, what nationality do you think Annie is?" The class stared at me for a very awkward thirty or forty seconds. And then... Korean on the first guess. I gave my story and ended up ( Read more... )

I don't always think of you the way I thought of you today. You could've done so much with your life, so much more than I'm doing right now. I'll never forget you. Ever. I swear.

[You are by far the brightest shining star in the sky tonight.]

To be honest, I haven't actually grasped the true and total feelings of any given person toward me. I've been wrong all along.

About everyone.

"...And whatever happens has consequences, and it and they are irrevocable and irreversible. You might as well say that birth doesn't matter. I look up at the night sky. Is anything more certain than that in all those vast times and spaces, if I were allowed to search them, I should nowhere find her face, her voice, her touch? She died. She ( Read more... )

I want to ask more questions that plunge people into evaluation of thier own perspective on given topics or sentiments.

I'll try to keep this plain and simple [I hope I don't usually annoy you- the reader ( Read more... )

This can't be right. My ability to live my life lacks like none other, how could this possibly be the natural way of existing that was intended from the beginning ( Read more... )

I was pulled over in a dark empty parking lot, propped up against the wildfire's back right tire watching a cigarette burn to its last on the pavement with NumberOneFan in my ear.  And talking to Jared Hogan.

I can't sleep at night at all anymore.  I'm so awake; my body loves to fool itself.  Last night I went haunted housing with the girls for the ( Read more... )