sitting here in the service desk i have plenty of time to think about everything that has been going on lately inside me. i'm strapped for cash sometime nasty, i'm busier that i've ever been with school, i'm trying to still spend time with my friends, staying up late to get my only "me" time. and right now its not hitting me as hard as it should ( Read more... )

i think i'm addicted to the Antique Roadshow. it is the greatest thing in the world.

thoughts and emotions run over me like a warm blanket on a early January morning. i began to write down what i felt and thought, but then remembering the eyes that see my words, i decided that my other journal would be the smarter choice.

the place that i have come to fear the most ( Read more... )

today was a good day, tonight will be a bad night ( Read more... )

nothing seems right...

i've been reading my old journals, and i sorta dont even want them... i almost feel like they are wasted in my possession. i want to give them to someone because i think it would be interesting to have someone have such a large part of me. its a scary thought but thats what makes it so appealing. how crazy would it be to give someone a journal ( Read more... )

i now believe that people fit into two catergories. the first group when something happens that is amazing, special, and meaningful to them, and then its over, get mad and upset at the ending and their new found position of lacking. the other group when they experience that amazing, special, and meaningful event/moment/feeling, are just grateful ( Read more... )

i've been going through one of my old journals... its funny how things change, yet some things, some emotions, some dreams remain the same...

i'm tired of hurting and hurting others. almost ever thing i do ends up becoming twisted losing all purpose...