sometimes i just get in these weird reflective moods that make me want to write in here. reflection is a good thing. it intertwines with all that nostalgia stuff which i suppose is such a big part of society these days, for whatever reasons. people just don't seem to be content with the conditions in which we live in today. i can understand why, ( Read more... )

my, my, my. (yours, yours, yours makes just as much sense. everyone else is reading this too, i'm assuming.) so much things to say. (get it? thanks lauryn.) anyway, i could choose to brag or choose to not. (choose/loose/chose/lose.) i've made a lot of changes (with the man in the mirror. get it? thanks michael.) recently. i wouldn't want to explain ( Read more... )

for once, as usual, i don't know what i want. i mean, i know what i want, but i don't know what i want, and i do, and i don't, and it's one of those never ending things that we all have come to know and love. well, well, well. in other news, two weeks from today, i'll be looking at stevie wonder. baby, everything is alright.

apparently.

UGH.

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despite all of this loneliness, i just want to be left alone.

i know. it doesn't make any cents.

to be quite contradictory, it's just because it's illegal.

haven't you realized that all of the entries i write in here are directed to you?

fuck.

think of him as a brother rather than as a distant stranger.