Over Thanksgiving Break, my mother tells me that she thinks I've gained weight ( Read more... )

but i might as well write it ( Read more... )

it seems that anyone in their right mind would know that life is more than work. long days spent reading subjects that you bear no interest or future in whatsoever will only drain you til your mind, your sanity and your will to live shrivels up to a prune. i obviously have bad sense. it's gotten to the point that i am anxious to either get drunk, ( Read more... )

It's a good thing I like being with myself ... or by myself rather. Maybe that has always made things easier. I am possibly the most unexpected loner there is on earth. Anyway, I've been in the library all weekend, and it looks like that's the way things are for the next two months. I just hope I don't forget how to talk to people ... develop an ( Read more... )

I can't understand why I don't really like kids. Instinct tells me that I am too selfish to like them because they demand a lot of attention and care, which I probably invest into myself more than anything. I used to joke a lot about not wanting to have kids and never being able to take care of pets, much less kids. I really don't have a nurturing ( Read more... )

There are some things that I can't get enough of. I wonder if I filled my life with those things, like a bathtub, would I be any happier ( Read more... )

"How sad to have lost you, to have lost ( Read more... )

I think my main problem is that I really DO NOT want to grow up. I hate that older men hit on me. I mean, I like it, but it makes me realize that I can no longer fantasize about first kisses and swooning over "cute" naive boys. No. Anymore it's all about sex and alcohol. I wanna know whatever happened to flirtation that didn't lead into "I wanna ( Read more... )

I really have no idea why I decided to write all of a sudden. My life has become some humdrum example of why I never wanted to grow up in the first place. Oh geez.... here I go ( Read more... )

Wabi-sabi is a beauty of things imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete ( Read more... )