You win Live Journal.

I've run out of things to complain about, but you keep existing.

Carnage. Pure carnage.

Well, I'm glad that's over with.

So much wasted time.

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil ( Read more... )

I miss being a part of something that matters.

Or maybe mattering at all.

I've come to the realisation lately that I am disposable to most people. You know who you are. And don't get me wrong, I'm okay with that. Importance isn't something that you can force. I understand that. At least, I think I do.

Telephone ringing. Keys locked. I know who it ( Read more... )

Backseat rumination.

Atomic time. Plastic bottle. Uniden. White paper napkin. Motorola.

And it keeps playing over and over in my mind. Over and over.

Every. Last. Second.

Gasoline igniton ( Read more... )

Im growing exceedingly tired of this cycle that we've fallen into. Every action grows more indolent; every word, more perfunctory than the last.

I need a new city. A real city. With real people and real places. Because, here, it's all binary. Repetitive.

But you know how I love to repeat myself.

Wow Rachel. Thank you.

I get a kick out of when people tell me that I mean nothing to them, but they just can't seem to stop writing about me. Really, I do.

Call me crazy.