Dear friend ( Read more... )

I guess my livejournal is a typical sort of livejournal because it's full of angst and negativity and that scares some people that care about me ( Read more... )

nobody fucks with my friends.

i will get you back.

cheers to that motherfucker.

My art teacher said, in conference, that I should pursue other art classes and look into studio art as my major because i "have a good eye".

So I stayed in last night. I didn't go out. I didn't drink. I just watched part of Bridget Jones' Diary and fell asleep. I'm sure some of my devoted readers are reading this and asking themselves what the fuck is wrong with this kid who wasted a Saturday night to do absolutely nothing. I guess I had to do it. I had to prove to myself that I could ( Read more... )

i want someone to fight for me

[screams]i carve these words into my skin and attempt to express the pain i feel internally by letting my blood spill into the outside world that you care nothing about. my life means nothing to me but it means less than that to you. and maybe i should be slicing other people because maybe, for a short time, they deserve to feel what goes on inside ( Read more... )

So it's been established that i really like closing at Starbucks because it makes me feel acomplished and feel a sense of independence and adulthood. And I guess this feeling hit me again at work as I was cleaning the esspeso bar. My back ached a little and my feet were tired and all I was feeling just genuinely good about everything. And I knew ( Read more... )

it makes me sad knowing that the message meant nothing.

I realized today, driving back from Wendys, that I am fully comfortable in front of my new friends. I guess I realized this as I was shrieking the lyrics to various songs that came on the radio. My singing is a "privlege" only few people have been introduced to. I think Laena was the only person back home that I would sing with in the car. Maybe ( Read more... )