I have nothing entirely, or in truth, at all profound to say in this entry. It borders on the lines of an insight into my being and just a plain old rant. Maybe not even those, I'm not entirely sure how this is going to turn out in the end. It's more like a warning, my mind is in improv mode ( Read more... )

i don't have a hold on anything
i don't want to change, i'm afraid of change, i'm completely afraid of almost everything
in yet, fear isn't that important right now, not today
i'm fine
i'm actually fine, like.. nothing's wrong
all of the bad things seem so many miles away, non existance

I love me.

Back from the dead?

We've got our tracks covered ( Read more... )

i'm in love with the nebulous emptiness that surrounds me and defines the way i float through a vague existence.

cares fly away, away.

re·pres·sion
-noun
1.The act of repressing; state of being repressed.
2.Psychoanalysis: the rejection from consciousness of painful or disagreeable ideas, memories, feelings, or impulses.

Oh dear, my generally dormant rage just had to peak it self out of the hole, again.
Too bad.
It's all good now.
Enthusiastic lately, though still down about the fact that I'm balled up inside a shell.

Oh, and I posted 2 entries I didn't post on this journal thing below.
:D

Ladeedaaah.

What a life.
So easy to be apathetic.

Living in lies ( Read more... )