I've left so much behind me. I feel as if I've spent my whole life leaving it behind me. It makes me feel so old at a mere 22. I... I don't know. I don't know much about anything I'm doing. I'm just prodding... in the dark. Like a small, defenseless new born. My eyes blinded by the glorious light that overwhelms my senses, and yet denies me of ( Read more... )

    It's upsetting to think back really hard and find moments, faces, and ideas but not be able to attach names to them. I know in the end the essence of the point in time, the repercussions that ripple through time and leave their mark on us -- those are what are important. I suppose it really doesn't matter in what way I quantify the events of my ( Read more... )

Love ain't a bird ( Read more... )

    There are so many things. I do not know where I should begin. I think. I don't understand why I do some of the things I do. I don't understand why other people do some of the things they do. Sometimes I understand, but more times than not, I don't. It's upsetting. Rat fuck ( Read more... )

I found the quote that summates my total frustration with females:

What a disaster it would be if you discovered that I cared
A little too much for friends but not enough to share

Perfect.

All the girls I wish I had, I'll have only in my head.

All the girls that would have me now are girls I'd never bed.

All the girls in all the world could not relieve my doubt...

...that all the girls in this great world are girls I can live without.

So, my brother and Thommy let two fucking skags fuck in my bed, and I'm the bad roommate. Just let it be said, I've never been made to feel more fucking worthless in my entire life. No girl, no random passerby, no self-loathing could be so bombast and rude. God damnit! I am so fed up with this place, this situation, and these people. It really ( Read more... )

    I always say that I wish I could rewind time and do things over again. Not necessarily different, but just to relive moments. I'm not so sure I would like that anymore. People always seem to reveal themselves to me, and despite my better judgment, I forgive them without ensuring my own safety from there continuously flawed behavior ( Read more... )

    Excluding my mother, I don't think there is one woman in my life that I couldn't/haven't lived without. The opposite sex really needs to step up its game before I purpose a self-preserving vow of celibacy, or at least a vow of unconditional emotional detachment. As a gender, they're really striking out lately in the department of personal ( Read more... )

    Oh, the Southland in Winter, where disappointment flows like wine. I swear if i have one more harlot pretending to make effort as straight-faced as Ozymandias, I may just lose it. It's not really an emotional upset at this point. It's more of an annoying circumstance that keeps throwing wrenches into my plans. I think as much as I would really ( Read more... )