Words not said are the heaviest to carry around. They are accompanied with dreams not met, desires ignored, and risks not taken. All encompassing, all trapping. They are independent of all authorities. They breed poor expectations. These unnecessary battles drain all hope of recovery. The energy pouring into all these fantasies of hopes fulfilled ( Read more... )

They never tell you what you should expect, so you expect nonetheless ( Read more... )

Dedication. This dreadful dedication is leaving me nowhere. I desire relationships. But nothing more than a glance or a casual question is the result of this new beginning I've dove into ( Read more... )

I couldn't even begin to express how valid that statement is. Such pinnacle moments in my life are about to come. Yet, the obvious isn't what troubles me ( Read more... )

It's nice. To not have to worry about accomodation. I'm fine now. I'm learning to accept my own views, my own thoughts, my own desires. I'm no longer feeling like I have to accomodate to anyone else's. It's no longer a collective issue ( Read more... )

What a template for expression. An online journal in which distant friends see a small glimpse of what goes on in our heads. I love it.( I couldn't even tell if you that was sarcastic or not ( Read more... )

Clouded minds. Unfixed notions. Desires untold. Hopes unfed ( Read more... )

When does being a good person ever help you out. 'Take one for the road' because no one will lend you a hand when you need it. I want a photographer, writer, painter, and a songwriter to come and hang out with me and we will create art.

Yay for it being my birthday yesterday.
Nay for it sucking ass.
Take me out.
Lets drift away.

The result of having nothing to do ( Read more... )