Mainly I've been writing this journal for my own peace of mind but sometimes I do wonder what the point of it is anymore. I don't inspire any interesting debates, I just merely blather on and on about the highs and lows of my life so I'm thinking that maybe I should just reserve this space for my mind only. I haven't update this for a while so ( Read more... )

Graffiti. Term applied to an arrangement of institutionally illicit marks in which there has been an attempt to establish some sort of coherent composition: such marks are made by an individual or individuals (not generally professional artists) upon a wall or other surface that is usually visually accessible to the public. The term "graffiti" ( Read more... )

Is it a hypothetical construct or is it part of the critical human condition that we live each day striving to be anything other than ordinary ( Read more... )

In exactly a month from today I will legally be an adult and not require the needs of a fake ID ( Read more... )

10 Things because I cannot be bothered to get all deep and meaningful ( Read more... )

In the space of two weeks I have learnt to deal with my anger, sadness and irresponsibility. I can look at them now without feeling I’ve been kicked in the stomach every time ( Read more... )

I have only just realised this will be my first entry of 2005. I am missing the home comforts of my battered old Presario already, although the upside of this temporary hiatus will be the brand spanking new broadband access, so in three (yes, three) days time I will no longer have to toil away typing frantically against the clock on the disgusting ( Read more... )

It is approximately 8.15pm, New Year’s Eve 2004 as I start this entry. The night is clear. There will be no rain tonight. If we are lucky, the stars will be out as another year begins. It is not cold outside, nor can I trace any slivers of condensation fluidly and purposely lining my bedroom windows with one trembling finger. I have managed to keep ( Read more... )

Today all my defences were shot down through one single conversation. I’m not a person anymore- I am merely half. And a soulless, dead one, at that. I think I am dead inside. I am not even crying. If I looked in the mirror now, my eyes would be cold, impassive and glassy. He made me doubt my security. I feel so exposed now. Am I really manipulative ( Read more... )

I think I am losing touch with reality. At this moment in time, I am nursing five broken hearts. People are not going to resume their 'rightful' courses and even though the New Year is just around the corner which means that logically it should be the time and place to make a set of resolutions, we're all merely adrift in this horrible sea of ( Read more... )