Sudying just makes me realize that almost evey other class of 2007 has already received their diplomas ( Read more... )

I'm glad that sometimes things end happily.

I hate the over-consumption of alcohol. Or anything else, for that matter.

Off to New York, and drunk relatives ( Read more... )

I'm going to see a play today. That should be wonderful. I don't know. It's hard to sit in one place for very long without driving myself mad with analyzing ( Read more... )

Sometimes, I miss people's faces.

Sometimes I go for days without really looking at them.

Or they are in my dream, and I knew them lifetimes ago. Saying goodbye is sad, and nearly impossible.

I love hello so much more.

I wonder, are any of you on anti-depressants?

Sometimes you must go up hill if you ever want to go down hill ( Read more... )

Woman.

Man.

Tree Stump.

I think that it is time for me to get my ass in gear or commit suicide.

What boring choices.

Progress for progress' sake, or the end of all that I know?

Are the two very different, really?

When I say that I hate my current life, it is not in the teenage, angsty way you would think ( Read more... )