It's time, oh it's time to start a new journal. I

I miss being able to let go. I miss being unafraid of confrontation. I miss getting lost in destructive activity without the crashing waves of "knowing better" rinsing my brain sober. I miss being attached to friends, I miss the romance in friendship. I miss the rush of meeting a girl and upon first eye-contact knowing that the two of you would ( Read more... )

I miss touch.

What is life, but an ever spinning contact sheet made up of stream-of-conscious photographs? Once in a blue moon the unexpected will occur and earthquakes will prevail, shaking the ground in a way so fierce; it's intensity forces our bodies to move in the moment. Immediately following that sudden jolt, the earth subsides and returns back into its ( Read more... )

1. I ____ Zara.
2. Zara is ______.
3. Zara thinks a lot about _______
4. When I think of _________, I think of Zara.
5. If I were alone in a room with Zara, I would _______.
6. I think Zara should _____.
7. Zara needs ______.
8. I want to ____________ Zara.
9. If I could describe Zara in a word: _______.

In a half-assed attempt to avoid unnecessary drama in my life this journal is friends-only.

If you're intrigued and wish to read this melodramatic crap then add me and [most likely] I'll add you back.

xoxoxox