So I've become apart of the crowd and spent most of my time on myspace finding friends, old and new. I figured I best pay a visit to livejournal. Not because of any good reason. I just felt like writing ( Read more... )

I have no idea when this arrived. This specific affection has not infested my body until now. When one starts to care about something that has been around forever, life alters. This blog won't be one to gossip about... it wouldn't fit anyones description of something worthy of gossip. It is simply a heart-felt sentimental confession and an alarming ( Read more... )

So I went to an underground art show on Saturday night in downtown LA with Spencer, his parents, and Sarah. It was at this art show that I realized how much my persona changes as I look and study the pieces of art. I choose to be by myself so I can figure out what that particular piece of art means to me--I don't want anyone influencing me with ( Read more... )

I have acquired this passion to become this amazing artist. Right. Not after looking at SPENCER'S and ERIC's amazing talent.

Secondly, school does something to me and it's not good. Thoughts and opinions, which leave me alone, and friends, which leave me abused, define my days [I am Jack's inflamed sense of rejection] Or at least most of the time.
( Read more... )

Hey guys. If you haven't already, check out this band : www.feronavei.com . They will be playing at the Harmony Sweet in Simi this Saturday at 8:30. Come. Meet me there.

Please, don't dare give me a break of this cruelty some higher being has bestowed upon me. The worst part of it all is that I'm not even saying to anyone in specific. And, there is almost no exception to this outpouring of emotion. You are all in the same pool, to your own personal extent. I cannot escape to anywhere from the abuse. And that is ( Read more... )

I've just realized that no more than one or two of my 'moods' have been positive. You must all think I'm a very negative, depressed, person. How sad. That needs to change. The most disappointing part of it all is that my writing and my heart reveals itself through pain and anguish. What would my heart produce if it were glad? Would you even be ( Read more... )

I wish so badly that I could keep a memory or keep a feeling and hold on to it for the rest of my days. I would have the feeling and it would never get old. I would use it for the benefit of all my relationships. I would cherish it as I would anything important and dear to me. But because this isn't possible, I have to fight for it. I actually have ( Read more... )

Do you ever feel like you can't get it all? You can't finish anything you've created? You can't ever fully be satisfied with anything? Of course you do. But I guess I asked anyways just for comfort's sake. I hate feeling this way. Some things will never change; some things will never get better. Sometimes aspects of life will never take a turn for ( Read more... )

And here it is ... the end. Of summer, that is. I guess to follow in most everyone's footsteps, I have seldom learned of things this summer. Things of myself, things of all of you, and things of life. I wish I could say more, I wish I could be more specific, but I really can't. To be quite frank with you, most of the summer was a waste of the day ( Read more... )