i found a reason for me
to change who i used to be
a reason to start over new
and the reason is you

99% of the time i really enjoy reading the thoughts of my friends on LJ. but then there's the 1%...and this one percent is generally attributed to one friend...who is a friend but isn't a close one...but at one time was a person i felt really close to...but that was a million billion years ago in a distant galaxy called my past life. this friend ( Read more... )

i hung out with a special friend a couple days ago. special because it's rarity when we're both on the same continent. special because of the warm and fuzzy feelings she makes me feel inside. special because i've met a lot of people but none quite as cute or quite as sincere as she...(with the exception of winnie-the-pooh that is ( Read more... )

i haven't written in awhile. don't know why. the thrill of revealing my thoughts to thousands of net users gradually lost its grandeur. the constant cries for attention strung between prepositions and past participles started to become pathetic ( Read more... )

Sometimes I look up at the stars at night and wonder if there's a parallel universe out there where each of my former relationships weren't fated to fail...i wonder where i would be now...whose face i would wake up to each morning...the conversations i would have had...the person i could have become ( Read more... )

love is cool. love is caring. love is sharing. and according to the sign that i saw on the subway this morning, love is letting others off first ( Read more... )

His hello was the end of her endings
Her smile, their first step down the aisle
His hand would be hers to hold forever
His forever was as simple as her smile

He said she was what was missing
She said instantly she knew
She was a question to be answered
And his answer was I do

-Miss Carrie Bradshaw

doesn't this seem so pointless...all this love...all this pain...a year from now, we won't be talking...isn't it all so very pointless...

People feel the need to leave their mark everywhere they go. This assumes a certain air of self-importance, a belief that they actually matter when in all honesty, they don't. People need to learn to be content with their relative insignificance in this world, their position of resigned futility and not rage but go quietly into the night ( Read more... )

My love affair with America started at a very young age. Unlike many of my friends, I have never questioned that I was American...I've always known that I am...an American that was a little yellow in complexion and with parents who hung chicken feet at the entrance of the back door ( Read more... )