i'm feeling quite strangely. everyone seems to be drunk. people, stop getting drunk. it's not good for you and it makes you look bad. but then again, who am i to criticize something i've never done before? who am i to criticize anything? do you know who you are to criticize anything? probably not. but you probably do it anyway. people like to ( Read more... )

Innovations hang on only by those who choose to remember. You used to tell me about your soft-shell approaches and intellectual harvests, and I'm only being exposed now to a hard-boiled screen, involving lifelike mannerisms as well as technicolor dreams. Your headgear is slowly changing from a hierarchy where only Christ and the majority rules to a ( Read more... )

i went to work today (yesterday?) and met some of my co-workers. they all seem to be nice people. yes, i work at starbucks. later, tacha, kyle, cole, and i went to barnes & noble to wait in line for tacha's copy of the new harry potter book. she got it, and now she's "complete." tomorrow (today?) i am having breakfast with my brother. tomorrow ( ( Read more... )

i tried talking. i tried making the best. even my drunken haze couldn't bump up my dissapointment. but i don't even think that was it. i wish that were it. i wish it weren't the fact that i'm lost without you. the fact that there's no one else for me. the fact that i've become so dependant on how good you make me feel.

i am a blank canvas waiting to be painted on.

people talk too much. or maybe it just depends on the person and sometimes i can't stand it. today was sort of nice. i sat at borders in santa monica and did algebra and read. once again, summer is just around the corner, and i couldn't be any more thrilled ( Read more... )

I want to understand you. I've been lying to myself. I don't belong anywhere in LA. I'm not fake enough.

you need to get out. you need to get out of my mouth, of my head, of my dreams, of my fingers, just get out.

i'm feeling about 13598475 different things right now and it's not fun.

it's so weird how sometimes it seems like a certain feeling or a certain emotion is all that you have, and then you realise that what you seemed to need was only what you thought you wanted. and you wonder how it seemed that it was so necessary, when now, all of the sudden, you can see the situation from all angles since you're not blindsided by ( Read more... )

consider me a happy boy.