Happy is easy because you can act happy and others see you as such. Then you can reflect off of their perception and fool yourself into happy.

he's gone

been gone for some time

it is time for me to move on

i know, but where?

to whom?

for whom?

with what? i have nothing anymore

i have physical things, mental things, but my soul is barren, and my heart is dry rotted

my intellect is all i have and that does me no good because it's preoccupied with fixing my heart and soul

Okay from the get go I'm going to lay this on the line for all those that will automatically go for my jugular...I'm like the most judgemental bitch I know...I've caught myself judging handicapped people from not challenging themselves enough by parking in handicapped parking AND using the ramp to get on the sidewalk. I say throw caution to the ( Read more... )

I need an audience. It's not that I'm lonely lord knows I thrive on solitude but sometimes I just need an audience to bounce off ideas maybe just to check if I'm still sane. Not that I've started wearing tin foil 'protection helmets' or carry on conversations with the green fuzz on the week old potato salad in my fridge it's just that I always ( Read more... )

So yeah, I'm nearing the end of my fabulous ride on Uncle Sam's coattails (read school refund check) and once again I've thrown my life line out into the great abyss and hopefully someone will decidet to take up the slack cuz frankly I'm starting to feel exactly that...fucking slack...so here's to rejoining the workforce once again! Hoofuckingray ( Read more... )

No one reads my shit anymore and quite rightly so because I barely write on this thing and when I do I tend to rant. So here comes another rant ( Read more... )

so...yeah...I know i need to keep writing so I've decided to kinda serialize a story on livejournal since usually only lena and ryan read my journal...mostly i'm just gonna work on an idea i've had for a very long time and try to work it out i dunno maybe it'll work maybe not hell i might even give up on it half way who knows? but i'm gonna try it ( Read more... )

For real...it is 8am and I'm seriously in Desktop publishing, of course they disguise it as "Graphic Design" but it's so 10th grade Desktop publishing with Mrs. Gerard that I'm having a semester long flashback. I hate this class and it's like a total slap in the face that I have to get up at 7am to make it to this godforsaken building and pretend ( Read more... )

I'm sorta tired of bitching and complaining when I post here but the situations that the world tends to fashion need attention. Case in point, Elle Wiesel was attacked at a conference for peace or something of the sort in San Francisco. What?! I'm sorry but a world where a man that lost everything in a concentration camp and yet lived to tell ( Read more... )

Ya know I remember when it took about a day to die and be buried and voila the end. I mean for me that's pretty tasteful...and if there isn't any question to how you died and no need for a detailed autopsy why wait? Put the puppy into the ground and be done cuz the thought of a body just floatin around for a week makes my skin feel extra oily and ( Read more... )