Mom and Angela want to buy the house that down our drive way which would be nice and I think that Angela should just live there ( Read more... )

Tonight was fantastic. So lovely and everything but she wasn't there. =( Why don't I hit the iron when it's hot? *More whining* I'll be there untill I see her again. *Pulls hair out* Why?! Oh well. Here's to the mystery girl I met, thank you New Liz. I'll be pining over you for awhile ( Read more... )

I had a lovely dream last night. I think it's important that I write this one down for my moral ( Read more... )

I am really embarking on adventures that I have never seen myself perform before. Things I've only imagined to taste could actually come to pass. Strange sex affairs, when that's what it is. The type of things that "Bad Behavior" was writen about. I'm too young to wait around a bus stop for a ride that might never show up I guess. I found out what ( Read more... )

I have been scratching at nerve endings lately. Things USE to have a steady pace, things USE to be normal. But now, well I just don't know. I use to think I was on Earth just to fall in love, like all those sappy 80's songs I love so much. Now, I just have on rewind how much I want to get laid. Does anyone really really understand how much I think ( Read more... )

Well since so many things are dramaticly changing. I think it's time I say bye to my beloved livejournal. I don't have a computer anymore anyways. Life is just exploding. I decide to go with it. No more internet. I guess this is a sweet goodbye to all of you in livejournal land.

http://kevan.org/johari?view=Love+and+Dust

I'm finally happy with what I got.

Have I been living the wrong life? Wrong reasons? Wrong person, people, whatever. Is every year really going to be the same? I'll stay the same? Do I keep things to myself finally? Make my own life, not for other people. Fall in love with the right wrong person. Stop believing in love, stop drinking my ego to escape. Try something out, like ballet ( Read more... )

What we could have had, lost in the depth of our pocket. What could have been said, was swallowed by a blind man.