So yea ( Read more... )

I found this. I wrote it awhile ago:

Fast forward to your life’s past mistakes

And all the photographs

Turn to gray.

Letters fall to pieces on the floor

Running ink mixes with salty tears

The only color is that of a hue:

A single burning flame.

As you crash and burn

Emotions shattering.

Stale gin engulfs the senses

Your life spinning in a ( Read more... )

I deleted a nice big rant.

I'm just gonna leave this.

Stop trying to make yourself feel better, by putting other people down. It's sad and pathetic. Look in the mirror and stop being a fuckin' hyprocrite.  I know you're older than 12years old...so start acting like it. You bitch about what I have to say, and what I write in my journals. Three ( Read more... )

Life is pretty amazing.
God is amazing.
I found Brad.
I'm amazingly happy---seriously...wow.

Just a few things that really suck right now:

• The fact that Brad and I have this huge distance between us right now thanks to broken down car
• The fact that I haven't felt good since I saw him last
• The fact that I do feel sick...I'm guessing its homesickness ( ( Read more... )

Blushes. That's what some selected few people call me. It's a good nickname I think. Afterall, Lord knows I blush way too much, and way to easily.

I'm still having a hard time with the "you think you know me." crap. Get over yourself. Seriously. It gets real old, real fast.

I am starting to get a little more....self-conscious though, while at the ( Read more... )

I am really starting to love my crypitc writings on here more and more. Everyone thinks they can decipher it, and that they know what I'm talking about---sometimes, you're all a little way too off, and it makes me chuckle. But I'm always happy to inform you of that mistake and explain. At least some of you have gotten good at asking which guy I am ( Read more... )

Compassion stifles in the charade of pretentious nature ( Read more... )

"I am so smart, I am so smart, s-m-r-t, i mean s-m-a-r-t."
The Simpsons make me smile.

I got bored last night and Marci and I were talking so I made this with paint:


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In the delicate webs we weave, we find ourselves lost in a time and place. Where time stands stagnant, where up is down and down is up. In every peaceful pleasure we feel, pain is replaced, repaired and renewed into something other than numbness. It is no longer a feeling of dream, but a state of awareness frozen, and renovated into self- ( Read more... )

Venting felt better.
Why I let them get to me. I don't know.
They really do deserve each other...

But I'm done with it.
I got what I wanted to say off my chest. They want to keep living in their false reality that they make up in their own little thick skulls of theirs, then so be it. I'm not going to let them get to me anymore. It's what they want ( Read more... )