As tired as I was all day long, I'm sitting here wide fricken awake with my mind running like a hamster on a wheel. Constant. I don't know what do with myself. The fast computer clock reads 2:30, but even though its fast its still after 2 in the morning and here I am sitting in front of the computer. I'm reminising and its so nice. It was raining ( Read more... )

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With droopy eyes I sit in front of this computer willing my fingers to do the expressin. I've had a lot on my mind lately. I spend the days wishin october 20th would come faster. But then at the end of the day, or when I drive around the city when theres not so much traffic [leaving  a peaceful feeling] I realize I like it here and don't really ( Read more... )

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***Caution! This entry is long, pointless and will pretty much bore you or make you want to hit me for wasting your time or both. I apologize.  It just feels good to empty your thoughts on to a piece of paper(of sorts) to clear your head.. So I did and because private journal entries make me feel like I'm hiding something I don't want to make it ( Read more... )

Tom Delong...I miss your power punk days of blink 182. Not that I hate angels and airwaves...but I miss those days.

7 DAYS WOOHOO!

Its been a while and the nostalgia rolls over in my head as I think back to whats happened since the last time I typed out an entry to calm my angry mind....alot and nothing at once and the difficulty of that thought drives me crazy...I mean, I haven't accomplished anything since I last made an entry, but my life has continued to wallow in its ( Read more... )

My eyelids droop and sag, hinting at me to get to bed. I put the things away that I threw on the bed the day before, brush my teeth, wash my face,put my pjs on...and think, I haven't written in awhile. And after a long night at work, short staffed and overworked sleep is about the only thing I can focus on...But nonetheless I feel compelled to type ( Read more... )

Motivated from inspiration I slowly sit down in front of the keyboard to write out what I've been dying to let go of for years...but then it happens. I get caught up in the comfort of helping others, and my emotions return to their hiding spots deep within my shadowed heart. And I am once again reminded of the strength that I find in helping others ( Read more... )

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