Lately I always have this nagging feeling that this is not where I should be.

I should update more; I'm sure I have something to say to myself.

I wonder if the path I've brashly chosen is the right one.  It's starting to feel like I was wrong.  Foreboding.

I don't feel like a part of the world; it's still like the "Smack My Bitch Up" video.

Disassociation: it's good for the soul.

i always thought people were being dramatic when they claimed "on this date my life changed forever." i can say though, that on july 12th, 2006, nothing happened except shock. it wasn't real until they lowered you into the ground. i don't know what i feel right now. i do know i don't feel the same ( Read more... )

Today I woke up and you were gone ( Read more... )

I am not sure how to act. Why should I have to be?

Everything else is insignificant.

Deal with it I tell myself but I'm not really listening -- maybe another day.

Something is not right.

I think I am going to pick up a physical journal. Something with some heft as opposed to the intangible electrons. There is something much more personal about smeared ink and mashed pulp than pixels on a screen ( Read more... )

I used to know those streets so well. I tried to create my familiar path. My own personal trail of tears ( Read more... )

"Success means we go to sleep at night knowing that our talents and abilities were used in a way that served others. We're compensated by grateful looks in people's eyes, whatever material abundance supports us in performing joyfully and at high energy, and the magnificent feeling that we did our bit today to save the world ( Read more... )