The truth is, I think I've forgotten what it feels like to be honest with myself. And I'm fucking scared to find out.

Some memories cannot be erased, regardless how hard you try.
Or how long you've been trying.
And the damages they inflict still feel like fresh wounds, regardless how long you've been trying to heal.
Or how long you've convinced yourself that you are okay.
One recurrent scene, one haunting memory. 
One blow is all it takes for me to crumble and shatter ( Read more... )

Wow. I should NOT be allowed to do that again. Ever.

Some days my body is merely an instrument of transportation. Today was one of those days ( Read more... )

Wow, sometimes I am so emo I want to slap myself out of it.

     A breath of sunshine, creating the illusion that I was at the wrong place at the wrong time. Have I really stayed in the shadows for so long?

Hey that was random/awesome. Studying seems much more pleasant following free pizza and beer.
Pleasant =/= Efficient.
In other news, I fucked up BOTH my mp3 players. Dear god I now have cope with the awkward silence.

The Blood Brothers!! The Blood Brothers!!
Fire! Fire! Fire!!

Wow.. THAT was weird.. Really? At Cafe Picadello?! Maybe I should stop sitting by the window...

     This summer, I was home. Then I flew 18 hours to come home again. It's strange living between cities; it's stranged living between continents. It's not because I don't have a home, quite the contrary in fact, I have too many homes, which I suppose this is a good thing. Take-offs and landings, landings and take-offs, altitudes change but my ( Read more... )