All of my friends have better friends.

At some point, if I feel accomplished enough, maybe I won't feel like I wasted my life.

When I turn thirty, things will change. I've demanded that of myself since I was five. I don't know what decided that, but I've never let it go. A little over two years to go. I don't know will happen. It is scarier than it is exciting.

It is common for me to wake up and convulse. To need to hear dance music, uplifting me to the point of tears. I could blame them on being tired, but i know that triumph has an effect that i hide whenever I'm not alone. I wake up and shake. I feel the chemical imbalance, but i dare not disturb abnormalcy if it means feeling something new. Besides, ( Read more... )

(7:57:24 PM) joethesockpuppet: how was the wedding ( Read more... )

I often forget to check livejournal for weeks at a time, but when I come back there are only 2 new posts.

So, Meghan. You're either not on aim or my aim continues to be unreliable. As you expected, I won't be able to hang out today -- sorry. Swamped with school and work. Bug me on aim if you see this.

First off, I'm sorry. I am still a million angries. Yes, I want to die. Yes, you will have the chance to punch me in the face for it. For those of you who aren't interested, I don't blame you and I won't be offended if you stop here.

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Anger ( Read more... )

"Hi Kevin. I was listening to you the other day even though I didn't say much. Don't know how you go to school and work at Safeway at the same time. If you do decide to leave, you will be missed. Your humor is much appreciated. By the way, do you know anyone interested in a used Spice rack?"