I'm sick of people that only wanna talk about their lives. I see it too often to let it bother me these days, but it's still annoying having to pretend to care ( Read more... )

Why do I feel like when I post here I'm talking to ghosts? I feel as if I'm writing a letter to a dead person. I suppose it's because I don't know anyone who uses this anymore. I look at my friends page when I'm depressed, and it's dozens upon dozens of entries in the community for Depression that I've joined sandwiching an entry from a girl that I ( Read more... )

I just don't fucking understand it. I understand if someone wants to break up, I GET THAT. But she didn't even want to speak to me. I cried and screamed and punched things and went BALLISTIC for 24 hours straight, and she didn't even care. She didn't even want to know what was wrong with me. She just ignored me and hung out with her friends. That ( Read more... )

 I joined a LiveJournal community today. Hopefully this will encourage me to use LJ more often. In order to increase the odds of this happening, I added LiveJournal to my bookmarks bar. This might not seem like much, but it is. This means that every time I get on my computer, after I check Facebook and Livedaily and Comic Book Movie (websites I ( Read more... )

 Dear LiveJournal,

I've cheated on you. I'm sorry. I said I'd come back, I said I'd be good, but I've been seeing Myspace blogs again... I can't help it, habit I guess. If it's any consolation, it was a private blog, so not even Myspace bloggers will read it. I'm sorry, I'll still come to you if I need a place to write for no reason.

With love,

 I am not a writer, nor a historian, nor do I have any real connection to or investment in the President of the United States of America outside of being a citizen of the country he holds office in. However, being a citizen of the United States of America now carries with it an importance that has not been seen since the nation was first born. That ( Read more... )

I'm sick of dreaming of being chased. When it first started happening I just wrote them off as nightmares, but now it's constant. Every night I wake up 3 or 4 times after having a completely original dream about being chased. Then I have to force myself to go back to sleep even though I'm feeling terribly anxious and know that as soon as I'm out I' ( Read more... )

This is getting really pathetic. It's 5 PM and I'm in bed. I've been forcing myself to sleep all day to pass the time. Dreams are more entertaining than anything I could do here. I dreamt of death, mostly.  Brutal car accidents (five to be exact), tornados, serial killers... Also a dream about attempting to communicate with an Asian host family. ( Read more... )

This is a pointless entry. I'm writing out of boredom, not out of necessity. Be forewarned.

I wanna get *the fuck* back to Western. I've always loved Louisville, it's always been my home, but this Winter break it's been boring as FUCK. I'm doing NOTHING here, and the only prospect I have to look forward to is going back to Western where I'll be ( Read more... )

It died quite some time ago, with the advent of Myspace and shortly afterwards Facebook. Blogs turned to bulletins turned to notes, each time losing more and more writers. What was the last meaningful thing you read in a Myspace bulletin? How many Facebook notes do you read in a week? And every so often I'll remember that it all started with ( Read more... )