happy birthday to me

i used to write good, didn't i? shoes still get me worked up in an obsessive way. makes me wish i shitted money. paper minded, i guess. ideas dissipate at the sight of a blank canvas, why is that? pregnant mind miscarriage. thursday will be the greatest day of my life. granted. and, all i had to do was ask nicely. the only thing that makes me feel ( Read more... )

life.. what is life.. hahaha. riight.. i could go into that but let's face it this would be a ridiculously pessimistic blog type if i wrote about that right now. i'm feeling anxious and contagious. cancer is me. in other news, im reading a book. a biography mind you, on kurt donald cobain.i find the book to be stylistically barren but informative ( Read more... )

if nothing matters then why are you wasting your time. if i say i am nothing will i matter. i don't mind wasting your time if that's okay with you. i'll let you waste mine in exchange. favour for a favour. if i say i know everything, and you believe everything i say, why do you question me. you need to learn to trust a liar. free your soul! i'm in ( Read more... )

mother fucking cocksucker motherfucker. fuck. fuck. fuck. yesterday i was thinking about how uncharacteristic it was that i had not been in a bad mood in days. i was surprised that i'd been so happy lately, i wasnt just okay, i was happy. pheonix just killed it. fuck you, pheonix. fuck you, tim thomas. i'm upset. that's it.

don't even know where to start. simply to ease the thinking. no reading between the lines. read between the lines. make no sense of it. maybe writing it out will make the sting less poignant. i hear it does. i should do it more often. the thing is, whenever i start to write i forget to think. and that's a problem because nothing ever gets resolved ( Read more... )

i want to be a basketball coach. i made up my mind today. i might change my mind again later. but for today, i want to be a basketball coach. in the future ( Read more... )

1) fifth grade teacher's name: i think it was mrs wilkerson. she was scary ( Read more... )

since i am computerless, i will be brief. i've been reading for history since yesterday. for me, that's an accomplishment. i have to say, if i had more time in my hands i'd read more. i know i have a lot of free time now and that i choose to ball or workout, smokeout, or anything else equally as unproductive but if there was an extra hour in my day ( Read more... )

why does it happen that we sometimes choose misery over compromise. why isnt discussing more the means of solving problems than is silence. is it because silence speaks volumes? are we as humans incapable of reasoning with one another? why do we get lost in our imaginations and our retrospective couldve, shouldve, wouldve's? we dont know because we ( Read more... )