Ssshhhh ( Read more... )

I don't get him. I don't get myself.

I'm so sick of playing games, guys piss me off.

“Sometimes I think the people to feel the saddest for are people who are unable to connect with the profound…” Insert my husbands name here. “a hearty type so concerned with normality and fitting in that he eliminates any possibility of uniqueness for himself and his own personality. I wonder if some day, when he is older, he will wake up and ( Read more... )

First off… for everyone who didn’t know, I am mourning the loss of my beautiful hand blown glass pipe. *sigh* I won’t go into details, but I would like to mention that I was not the one to break it ( Read more... )

I've had this song stuck in my head all day!

--She said it doesn't have to feel this way
Sit down boy 'cause you don't have to go
Cause we can get high again
Yeah we can get high yeah
We can get high again
We can just fly

I have so many thoughts inside my head and I have no idea how to convey them to other people. I’ve sat down several times this week and tried to write but nothing comes out properly, my words don’t make any sense… not even to me. I feel trapped. I’m beginning to think my sleeping habits have led to sleep deprivation, which might begin to explain ( Read more... )

I love this song because it's nothing but real ( Read more... )

Sometimes I wish there was this magical hole I could climb into and hibernate in until life is worth living. I’m so fucking tired of everything around me, that I am becoming hateful and bitter. I can’t sleep at night, and when I do, I have recurring nightmares. I feel like I am slowly dying from lack of rest. My days are on repeat. Wake up, ( Read more... )

I don't mean to complain, but after all... this is my journal.

My shoulder is killing me.