I still don't get it.

but maybe I'm not supposed to.

maybe no one does.

get is, that is.

It's quite interesting how we, myself included, believe wholly that we know exactly what we would do under any given situation, even if we haven't ever experienced such circumstances. We feel we know ourselves well enough to predict our actions, at least, vaguely. But, as well as we may know our rationale and our own minds, can we ever truly know ( Read more... )

So I started my second semester. It was a very trying day all in all ( Read more... )

It's the night before my first class of the spring semester. The semester I promised myself I'd do exceptionally well in. And what am I doing? Not sleeping for starters. That's always an exceptional way to start off. My outlook...very promising ( Read more... )

Sorry about that first one. I'm extremely unhinged is all. Forgive me ( Read more... )

Sometimes air can feel like jagged glass.

Yes, I'm dwelling once more on my father. I need release. This is getting ridiculous. I'm eighteen years old now. I should be over this.

I think I drink because he doesn't. I think I hate religion because he doesn't. I think I hide my life...because he does.

Hypocrite.

I think I meant myself this time.