All of it means something completely different now. Everything. Almost as if it's meaning from the past never existed. Except they're still there. The memories are still there. The sadness is still there. The hurt is still there. Everything is just still there. But those tears mean something else now. Those tears aren't for you. They aren't for me ( Read more... )

The anniversary of Josh's death is in six days.

Six days.

And I am flipping the fuck out.

"Don't smoke kids; it's not cool and it won't get you laid."

It paaaassssed. Well, kind of. I'm happy enough for now.

okay, so two of my professors still haven't posted grades. But, one of them, my math professor, had a website that we could check our grades on and I finally dished it out and went there and holy shit, I have a 104.6 as my course average. Can you say I am fucking awesome? Hot damn.

you're my most unrealistic of dreams

aim: kamiyo kamiru
email: kamiyokamiru at gmail dot com
phone: well, if you know me you have it

bye.

Punani Ink: me and anne chan are watching porn right now

The road to hell is paved with good intentions.

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I wrote that I am thoroughly unsatisfied with the state that my life is in.

I hate that I have unrealistic expectations about the world. What tends to hurt more, though, are my unrealistic expectations of people. I seem to expect the same, if not more, out of people as I do myself. And, I'm betting that I expect more from other people. Specifically, those people that I have grown to trust or that I want to put all of my ( Read more... )