Good grief ( Read more... )

I can't tell if everyone is changing around me is changing me, or if I'm the catalyst ( Read more... )

Since we broke up, I broke out ( Read more... )

Sometimes I just want to fuck it all up. Say the inevitable thing that ruins everything; taints it all, and forbids me from ever going back. To push everyone out and never look back. Sometimes.

And found isn't found. Something in between the bounds. We're not looking for anything. Hoping to come across what we didn't know we sought. It's hard to live a life with eyes so wide that every piece of light is piercing. Every butterfly is swirling. Colours that dizzy our senses and new to a baby's eyes are coming at us from every direction ( Read more... )

My brain is defunct. I've written it before, I'll write it again; surely. I am scatterbrained. My sentences short; brief. I'm fucked. I'm in deep trouble. The girl who doesn't get mad for more than five minutes hasn't spoken to me in what...weeks? Perhaps close to two. I care for her so deeply. She's not ready to speak to me. She means ( Read more... )

Giving up on you ( Read more... )

I don't remember what I did, but I remembered why I did it. At some point during the first band, you had made mention that we could be whoever we wanted to be, and that, because nobody knew us, it could be freeing to be somebody else ( Read more... )

I wrote this essay for my existentialism class and thought it deserved more life. Especially since I got a 9- on 10. Impressive, right? Or is that more confusing? In any case, enjoy the essay. It was a response to the following question ( Read more... )

I have to get out, out, out ( Read more... )