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 Completely unsure of who partakes in the usage of this anymore
but, so much has changed Livejournal.

Life has taken me on unexpected journey,
and there are no complaints to be made.

Maybe it's because I'm turning twenty-five at the of July,
or maybe there's just a dash of "grown-up" in my demeanor,
or having started this journal at eighteen, but who I ( Read more... )

MY LIFE IS A SERIES OF "DEBTS" & "BROKES"
A CONTINUOUS DINNER OF CONDIMENTS & BEVERAGES
(but only ever condiments and beverages)

HE YELLS, "I WANT TO BE BOHEMIAN AND
WANDER MAPS THAT HAVE YET TO BE DRAWN!"
I WHINE, "I WANT TO BE A HOUSEWIFE AND 
TEND GARDENS AROUND MY LAWN!"

youth only knowing of itself, and it's families
and the books it read as a child ( Read more... )

I have nothing very relevant to say.
My last year of college starts in two days.
I worked my last official "summer" away.
I have a bit of a "crush".
It's most likely unrequited.
(story of my life)
My father  is a disappearing act.
My older brother is pathetic.
I cried on my way to work this morning.

I can't wait till all of this is over
and I'm myself again ( Read more... )

In the last couple of years I had compiled a list of attributes that I found to be necessary for me to find a guy not only attractive but worthy of dating.
With no preference of real hair color or eye color (though leaning towards more of dark hair and light eyes) I finally voiced part of my list to a guy friend somewhat in jest.

"plaid-wearing, ( Read more... )

when I used to burn
just to light up the sky.

give me something,
give me anything,
to hold onto and believe

you know, i've got so much in me.

of a moving car, and the breeze blows against your palm. You move it every direction you can think of, and drink in the sensation on your skin.

We are reminded that we will grow one day, big and strong and as impervious as stone castles; metaphorical motes, with figurative crocodiles and proverbial bridges we will build to let the selective few ( Read more... )

I haven't tried to sleep yet.
Twenty-one hours and counting.
All because I'm too afraid to dream of you,
only to have them end and open my eyes
to your absence, again.

It sucks this is the only outlet I have at the moment. I don't want to make a spectacle of how bothered I am. How I wish you'd change your mind.
The thing is, I've realized that I can ( Read more... )

He broke up.

I'm only even putting this here because I don't have anywhere else to outlet the fact that I'm devastated. I want to call my friends but, I can't. I know they won't answer their phones. I feel like I'm being pathetic, but I did love him, even though we were so different, even though we "had the odds against us", even though our lives ( Read more... )

It's a matter of "put your hand in mine." That you can't seem to grasp. This doesn't feel like a relationship, it feels like a game of power-plays, of who says hi first that day. Isn't it supposed to be equal? We aren't supposed to keep track. "You want a boyfriend, not necessarily me." I would've chosen someone closer, if that were the case.

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