Every damn one of my little mood star thingie's on this first page of my journal, you know, without going back to the previous pages-- is negative. Like....pessimistic, uncomfortable etc. Blah. That sucks. I guess I can only write when I'm upset or on that negative side. Pardon this, but duh. I think I've known that for a while. Thank God I am ( Read more... )

Ya know, I haven't changed my voicemail message in 2 and a half years. My live journal pictures are from my freshman year of college, and I still have pictures in my room of my friends from high school that I haven't talked to in years. I think I have a problem with change. I think I have a God Damn problem.

...and I'm pissed.

I wonder what you can write to actually get people to reply. I mean, I guess, if I didn't want a reply, I would just write in my paper journal.

I just read this stupid review over Left and Leaving, for those of you who are confused, my favorite album, my favorite band, The Weakerthans. What the hell. This guy is fucking nuts!....I know no one asked for my opinion, but if you listened to this album.........you can think I'm retarded for writing this-- but I'm angry and someone has to hear ( Read more... )

Fuck you!

I want to stop this.

There is no answer.

The emotion.

Heart falls.

Kill me.

Ya know, that kinda freaks me out. I wont ever be a teenager again. I don't think I've ever had this reminiscent feeling about those seemingly god-awful years ( Read more... )

I hate waiting, but I'm the biggest procrastinator in the world. This doesn't match.

I've been writing live journals in my head for weeks. Usually when I wake up in the morning- sometimes before I'm going to bed at night. They've been pretty good. hs. Sorry I didn't share them ( Read more... )

This screen is hurting my eyes. I think I grew up a lot today. I had my first encounter with the death of a loved one since I guess you could say I've entered adultood. I'm in the kill people capital of the world Gary, Indiana. Today was probably the one of the hardest days I've ever experienced. I don't even know how to explain why, but I think ( Read more... )