i've given up on groups. im tired of fighting to belong somewhere, of being somewhat evicted from time to time. obviously this is somewhat attributed to my personality, and somewhat to my personality flaws. im not enough of one thing for and certain group of people. i just want to be part of applesauce and gumbo. a unique mashed ingredient in a ( Read more... )

i wonder where i fit into the plans of everyone. where am i with the west kids?(in the effin gutter). Where am I with the south kids?(just silly gina). Where am I with Tidd?(extinct?) WHere am I with Blake?(hopefully always there). Where am I with the random people I know around the city state and world?(nothing special.) Egh. is it strange to want ( Read more... )

I think it's monotony. Bad poetry. Good poetry. Dreams. Wishes.

But there is more than that to all of everything.

It all starts with day two.

:)

It all starts with one day.

too bad i feel like laying down, curling up, and disappearing. too bad i let the most important person down. too bad i can't change that anymore, and nobody would say anything. too bad i feel like you deserve more. too bad it's a bad day. too bad i can't just run. i'm sorry.

I hate working late. I hate it. I hate it hate it hate it. I didn't get to bed until about one o clock. If not for Blake being a caring, loving person and making me get off the phone early(11:20), it would have been far later. I appreciate his understanding ( Read more... )

I got my stuff from Amazon in the mail yesterday ( Read more... )

I miss you, Usagi ( Read more... )

we had a two hour delay. i slept in until 8:30. How awesoem is that? for a long time we thought we might get out for the day, but it ended up warming up. belh. but at least it is only a five hur school day ( Read more... )

there's only been ( Read more... )