i wish that there was some way that i could make sense of what i was thinking at this precise moment, becuase its been buried somewhere inside for sometime now. its the simple evidence of the person i am, the same person that i will always be. Its the make up of who i am, and who ive wanted to strive to be. Its who i have succeeded at being and who ( Read more... )

laser tag tonight.. WOHoohooOo

 Wow. its seems like its been forever since i have been here. Maybe because it has. So here i am sitting in Leddy library next to no one i know with faces i probably wont remember and i keep going shit man this is for real. i just can't wait till i go in a class and its not dead silent even though there are 80 people there, but everyones just ( Read more... )

i dont know what it is ( Read more... )

I really wish I had some sort of courage to be in touch with myself. To understand exactly what it is I am feeling. And lately it’s just a jumbled up mess that no one sees or knows about. But I feel it, the confusion, the frustration, the fear, the isolation of myself and my needs. And I’ve been thinking a lot more. I’ve been going back to that ( Read more... )

i never quite knew what it would feel like ( Read more... )

i sometimes wish that the thoughts i believe and the things that i feel are able to be said in words the same way as i can express them on paper. but more often then not what it is i am feeling somewhere inbetween the collision of words issueing out of my mouth. and none of it makes sense, and none of it gives the affect of the seriousness, or the ( Read more... )

i guess i expect to much sometimes.
im over it
i guess.

anywaqys gone for a couple days
see everyone never 
bye

when i think about it
about all of it
about the thens and the nows
the what ifs and whats to comes
and i think about it all
and i piece it all together
in its perfect little puzzle pattern. 
and i see the result
and in that result is an image of me. 
thats when i see all the joy
all the pain
all the moments that took me this far
i think not only of the ( Read more... )

its times like this that i hate the most
the constant sting in the pit pf my stomach
almost as if someones trying to get out from the inside
asif they are screaming and pounding against the surface
and my eyes are wide and mind keeps racing
thoughts about nothing
and thoughts about everything
and how a first time graduate
is hating this moment
is hating ( Read more... )