here's the semi completed intro to my novel ( Read more... )

When you continue lying to yourself, you will tell it so much it will become true. When that happens, it becomes very difficult to know what is real anymore. All you have is half-truths masquerading around like facts. I am an incredible failure. Everything I touched turned to ash; all that I had created and cherished was dead and buried. I lost my ( Read more... )

After the accident, I became a ghost of myself. I could not seem to forget the thought of Monica’s car crashing into mine. It replayed in my head 100 times a day. I could feel my bones break every single time. I heard the shattering of glass, the crunching metal and the smell of rubber burned onto the asphalt. My inner monologues were a string of ( Read more... )

They said I will have bits of glass logged in my body for several years to come. Apparently they can't dig them all out. I wondered what patterns the blood spatter painted on the road and if the abstract art piece of bone fragments, human skin and tissue, and twisted metal would make some pretentious student bow down in appreciation. Why couldn't I ( Read more... )

You spend so much of your life gazing off into space, and you think of the most random of things. It happens to me in cars. I stare at the sky and the clouds and I think of the most trivial list of events and items in my life. The shoes I should have bought, how this skirt will look with that jacket, interactions that have long passed and yet I ( Read more... )

I'm bringing my journal back from the dead. I think though, rather than write about my melodramatic life or complain about yet another fucked up relationship. I'm just going to write. Whether it be random scribbles in my journal or notebook or pieces from my ongoing, may never be finished novel. I want to make this journal something worthwhile, and ( Read more... )

I have no idea why I haven't written in so long. I think this may be the only time I have to slack off. I'm taking six classes this semester. Every one I tell that too gives me this awful look. That sad, "you're going to fail" look. I'm pretty sure I can handle it. I mean, I know people who took 4 or 5 AP classes in high school. They survived. I ( Read more... )

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sleep is alluding me. I don't deserve sleep. I've put myself in a precarious situation. I will not be graduating in may. I might be able to walk in may and receive my diploma in august, however that is depending on what classes I'm missing and if I can take them in the summer. It also depends on if all the classes I want to take next semester, don' ( Read more... )

( rant, not neccesary to read )