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this is the greatest entry this journal will ever see.
i lack inspiration. nothing. is this - how you say? writers block?
i made a tulip and a penguino et aussi, a little black bumble bee. (with yellow)

I finally found my monolgue. Something from the crucible. Hope its good. Still working on finding a solo for my midterm. Rana rana rana.

Tonight I stare into nothing. Feeling nothing. Remembering EVERYTHING.

My lillies are blooming. Tomorrow they'll be dying. The irony is not lost on me. He broke my heart and sent me flowers. I am so sore. Kickboxing is a bitch. Ahh Im so glad I don't work today. Im so fucking sick and tired of waking up everyday. Thank god Apple Hunting is sunday. I still don't have anyone to cover my shift but fuck it. I told James I ( Read more... )

Fuck.
I can't.
Nevermind.
Maybe later.

It's too soon to analyze what I can't even begin to understand.

And the picture frames are facing down and the ringing from this empty sound is deafening and keeping you from sleep.. and breathing is a foriegn task and thinkings just too much to ask when youre measuring your minutes by a clock thats blinking eights.

FUCK.

So frankly Im over it. Trying sucks and so does my life. Wah wah Im so god damned emo its pathetic. So on tuesday I attempt to take a mental health day. Go shopping and spend my pay check on myself for once. Indulge in luscious new fall attire, get manicure and pedicure, and search all of palm desert for the black steve madden shoes Ive been ( Read more... )