I realize that I am nothing I wanted to be. Nothing can satisfy the people that I love. Everything I am has tragic downfalls. I fall short of everything I wish I could be. Paranoia and envy have ruined my life. I cannot change anything I have done, I know this. But, I cannot escape what I will become. Life has only left me with bitter ( Read more... )

Passion: it lies in all of us, sleeping, bleeding. And though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws and howl. Passion is the source of our finest moments: the joy of love; the clarity of hatred; and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts, sometimes, more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. ( Read more... )

Here's the thing: there's moments in your life that make you, that set the course of who you're going to be. Sometimes they're little, subtle moments; sometimes, they're not. Bottom line is, even if you see them coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really--but it does ( Read more... )

I don't want to go on a rant here...but America's foreign policy makes about as much sense as Beowulf having sex with Robert Fulton at the first battle of Antietam. I mean, when a neo-conservative defenestrates, it's like Reskelnikov filibuster deoxymonohydroxinate.