I honestly don't know what's wrong with me. Lately I've just been so caught up in myself and what failures I'm accomplishing. I've lost the picture and fretting with the details that don't even mean anything anymore. But I know no one really cares. They say they do but they waste their time. Best friends don't mean much to me anymore because I've ( Read more... )

You want to know what I have to say about all of this: Whatever. I'm tired of falling into myself and then waiting for someone else to tell me it's okay. I swore I'd be better off without all of this, that I could live without, but it's the drug that never leaves. The amusing thing about this is how much little to no trust I have in anyone. It's ( Read more... )

So yeah.. I like text messaging and what better way to incorporate that than to write a post using it. Haha. Ingenious, I swear.

I'm falling behind dates and it feels like forever since I could stand on two feet. It's only too bad that I've just been swept away, but it hasn't been a bad thing yet.

My eyes keep returning to the pages of my calender, disbelievingly, because it's midway through September. In the long run, it hasn't been that long, but it feels like I'm slipping ( Read more... )

Well, as of late, my dreams have been wreaking havoc on my emotions, and though I cannot recall specific details on what the dreams were, the feeling I have throughout them are still lingering afterwards. I just woke up not too long ago and I still feel my heart racing, and there's still that awful, bitter sensation in the pit of my torso, eating ( Read more... )

It's been forever, dudes. I haven't much anything intelligent to say other than that I'm in love with Celine Dion's voice, obsessed with Opeth, getting down with Within Temptation, and just trying to keep myself out of deep shit, which I'm already downhill in.

Well, yeah. I got to go now. Buh-bye!

PMS.

It's a bitch.

{I know, I normally don't do this anymore, but this poem's got a point. I hate labels, though I use them everyday. It's just one of those things that you try to avoid, but it's there. I get called emo all the time, but I don't listen to emo music, on-line journals are all I have, and I don't mope over loss love and lies to myself. I don't ( Read more... )

And oh my, what a day. Let's start about 12:56am, when my mother came into the computer room and asked me to write a few questions and a short prayer for her sunday school class she taught to three second-graders. The lesson was about how children should learn from disobediance and how God punishes those who repeatedly sins against him without ( Read more... )

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