when i was in like, 4th grade, i wrote a paper about who i wanted to be when i grew up. i wanted to be a herpetologist that bred/researched snakes in the southwest and lived by myself with no interest in having a family or anything. i remember it bummed my mom out a lot and i never understood why. back then i had no doubt in my mind that i would ( Read more... )

i do nothing but wrong.

"There aint nobody...

...I'm truly alone."

i hate feeling like i'm doing ok and then in an instant i can be taken back ten fold. you will do so much, i know you will. i'd put money and possessions on it.

all i want to do is what i think will work. we just dont agree on what that is.

the song "what do i have to do" by stabbing westward.

i swear i swear i swear i swear on blue.

the worst thing about dating younger girls is that they eventually realize that you are what you own.

since facebook is the source for all things attention-starved, i figure it makes me a little less egocentric to post this up here. of course i'm writing about me to an audience of, basically, me. so perhaps it is much more egocentric. whatever ( Read more... )

What to say. I have seen my best days. I do not consider this rut a lull, it is a place that no metaphor can do justice. Truth hurts, and I see it all.

i miss you so much.