"Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. And yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your ( Read more... )

I want to start a new journal, but that means layouts and fonts and other tweaking that is normally exciting, but that I'm not in the mood for right now. I have to remember to call a new psychiatrist on Monday and get a prescription for patience.

I'm tired of not being happy ( Read more... )

Pain is only a pulse if you stop feeling it.

I've reached an age where I am starting to view the world from an adult's perspective, and it's quite enlightening.  What do you think when you see a teenager and his friends walking in the mall?  Sure, when I see a disaffected gathering of emos, a pack of bros, or a gaggle of guidos, I think, "Ugh, what a bunch of tools," but then I start thinking ( Read more... )

Everyone is falling apart, I just been too busy lamenting my defeats to notice. How selfish.

Nobody is to be trusted. Nobody is to be trusted. Nobody is to be trusted.

Baby steps, Judd.  Baby steps.  You're going to rush things and you're going to ruin everything the way you are now.  You have a lot you need to say, and a lot of feelings, but you need to heal before anything else.

It is rather difficult to psychologically analyze those I care for because my feelings simply get in the way of the process. My bias comes shining through, and in moments of my comrades' failures, I conjure up rationalizations for their actions. In moments of success, I may exaggerate. This is normal human thinking, is it not? To align ( Read more... )

Thought you'd be looking ( Read more... )