I often have a whim to write something so incredibly romantic and beautiful, or even just something to prove how alive I am, and how much I feel. Every time I go to write that masterpiece... it never happens. I can't think of a single solitary thing to write down. It used to come so easy.

In other news: I miss people.

but waking up in the morning just gets harder and harder to do
it's not that i fear the end
but i know that it continues.

Sometimes I find myself with my eyes closed wishing so hard for something I know will never happen. It can't. There are things that are impossible. It scares me and breaks my heart.

It sounds typical....

But most people are nothing but repeatedly dissapointing.

It's starting to really fucking bother me.

Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I'm starting to get the distinct feeling that most of you could care less about me and want nothing to do with me. The only people I hang out with ever.... are Jen and Jeanette. I've tried to make plans with other people, but I suppose that making time for me just isn't that important ( Read more... )

I just want so much more......

Sometimes the concept just seems so far away and unreal.

keep it where they can't see it

keep it where i can't either.

My mother says that ( Read more... )

just go.

Happy Birthday Kerry Ann.