A lot has been going on, while, no, few has progressed. Melancholy is beautiful. I have learned a beautiful secret, and that's friends don't let friends drive drunk. No. That's a lie. That's not what I learned. I feel guilty, and while sometimes I regret things that I do, I wouldn't let the progression stop and take it back ( Read more... )

You know, if I weren't so interested in majoring in psychology I'd fucking overdose on as many pills as I could right now ( Read more... )

So, I could have done a couple of things tonight. I came close to feeling sorry for myself this Friday night, but it turned out okay. I wanted to go to the point and listen to the music, but that would just be a sure way to depress me, sitting in a cafe alone, listening to music and seeing people converse. I hung out at the mall, bought myself some ( Read more... )

No one ever says what they really mean to say when there's so much at stake

I've been such a mess this week. My moods have been everywhere. I've been feeling at times, uplifted, sad. Sometimes angry. Patient like a sage, and one that's absorbed into his thoughts. My mind is empty too and nothing makes it at times. I imagine midnight blue when everything is supposed to be empty and clear. Sheets wrap around my mind; it's ( Read more... )

So it came to my attention today, sitting alone, that I've been pretty lonely since October and that I don't have any friends. Today was pretty shitty. And I was wishing that at least one person would come up to me and talk. That doesn't happen though, mainly because I brood too much and I'm unlikable. I'm such waste of time. But that's okay. I'm ( Read more... )

The eyes touched but your hands are still so simple

I've got the sweetest girlfriend. I've been sick and miserbal all week, and she came by randomly to give me soup.

I haven't written in this thing for over a month. I guess I finally need to do something therapeutic for myself tonight. I somewhat forgot about this. That, for the most part it seems like it's a private thing to write in, even though anyone has the ability to read it ( Read more... )

It's been a while since I've written in this thing. In a way a lots happened but at the same time everything’s still the same. Things have been worse than better, and that's okay, I can cope with it. And I'm prepared to know that what's to come up ahead soon won't be good, but that's alright, because it always turns out okay, even if it shakes me ( Read more... )