what a sack of shit.
phase one is underway.
i'm about to see what i'm really capable of.
let's see if i have the balls and the drive.

online journals are weird.
i like them... but they're weird.
most journals are weird.
nothing is ever private unless it had some sort of finger print entry.
kinda sucks whenever you write even in the most private of your private spaces and still feel the need to sensor shit.
pretty gay if you ask me.

how do you know when it is time to put something to rest? how do you know if what i am feeling is real or if it is just something familiar and something that i long for? why can i not put my heart at rest? it needs to just sit on the back burner for a long while. i can't focus when my mind is in this state. i can't feel anything positive because ( Read more... )

i honestly need to understand why these things happen. i have to start protecting myself... and not just others.

yet another case of the undeserving

i feel amazing at this very moment.

cut my life into pieces this is my last resort

migmegmigmegmigmegmigmegmigmeg

oh hai white devil

i'm fucking done.

I haven't felt so cheap and flat out stupid,blind, oblivious.... in a long time.