underneath everything, it's a current ( Read more... )

night ( Read more... )

when i really think about it, i couldn't have asked for a better last day of summer ( Read more... )

there are so many words.

somanyfucking words.

at one point, words were my life. they were the objectification of my feeling - in such a way that i didn't know the difference between the words and the pure, unadulterated, monsoon nature of unharnessed emotion ( Read more... )

it's been a long time ( Read more... )

how my obsession with the aesthetes of language fails me miserably whenever something important in my life needs it to flourish..i will never understand. it's why 5's on the ap english exams elude me; but i realize in the end that those essays would never sell novels, and my writing is for me..and me alone. i wonder if ever i will be the great ( Read more... )

um..
graduation is over.
(driving by fletcher is just a little weird.)
so just a few things are clear, right now.

i have to clean. i have to pack ( Read more... )

i want long hair ( Read more... )

...reading back on old entries runs you through this ridiculous range of emotions from poignant nostalgia of the "old days" to personal disgust on how you could be so a)mundane, b)immature or c)just plain annoying ( Read more... )

this isn't what i expected ( Read more... )