I miss my father.

Oh God, I miss him so much.

I don't think it will ever truly stop hurting.

Most nights I don't want to go to sleep. I don't want to go to sleep because I don't want the sun to rise. I want to stay awake; I want the night to last forever ( Read more... )

The time is two minutes past friday morning. My desk is a disorganized mess and I've got video rendering eating up my precious processing power....fortunately, the fact that I have a satisfying life beyond my computer means I don't really need it for anything else. It's warm in my room....I feel loose, relaxed. Content. My muscles knit ( Read more... )

I fucking love blading.

Carry on.

I am the cause of, and solution to, all of my problems.

So are we all.

I have no complaints anymore. I get my shit done or I accept the consequences with humility and grace.

Life rolls on with smooth, drifting strides.

I am 110% recovered from my broken knee; 100% healed and 10% better at rollerblading. Isn't math great?

In the midst of all the fulfillment life has been bringing my way lately I finally have the urge to write something. Maybe it's just a feeling of obligation, someone having mentioned this journal to me tonight and subsequently finding myself sitting here reading into the past ( Read more... )

Now he has four smaller kneecaps where there once was one big one. But at least they're trapped inside a softball-sized mass of fluid that is completely unrecognizable as the bony English knee it used to be ( Read more... )

What's it like to change the way you see the world? What can you expect to find, to think and to feel, when you've seen it all one way for so long? I haven't got a clue ( Read more... )

This weekend has been more emotionally draining than any skating road trip I've ever been on. I need a break.

Wisdom teeth, that is.

No more sympathy for those losing their wisdom teeth. I didn't even get the gas. I'm still waiting for it to hurt.

I've realized lately that I can take a whole lot more than I ever thought I could.

My roommate slapped me in the face where my teeth used to be tonight. I tasted blood.