I have never stopped believing that I can do anything, this one belief, this one fact, is something I take to the grave. There are so many things I believe that I can do, and so many self-fulfilling prophecies that I wish to see realized ( Read more... )

there are moments in my life when the people around me freeze, from whatever they were doing and then they disappear. the significance of their disappearance i have yet to understand, because before i can think something else happens, the dramatic entrance of a troop of blackly clad, iron fisted ninjas. they come in from all different directions ( Read more... )

I just ended my teenage years, and there was no bang, no culmination, no emotions. I sit here dulled thinking about my midterm on wednesday, frustrated thinking of all the work i could have done today, anxious about all the work tomorrow, like these problems matter. I told someone today that I didn't care if no one remembered my birthday, and that ( Read more... )

I don't understand why people don't realize how primitive it is to solve political disputes with war. i don't understand how people can run countries and use their people as pieces on a game board. I don't understand why war is more important than poverty ( Read more... )

I attempt to win a racing game by smashing my opponents into walls. Dad carves out a lecture for ethics ( Read more... )

In the future the developing world won't stand a chance to what i have to write about it. i sit here alone and in the dark on so many things going on in my life that confusion has been cast aside for blatant ignorance. who i was three years ago seems a different person, a different life. i never expected to get here, this far, this old. i ( Read more... )

Today I was driving to work when a man in an SUV cut me off, and then threw a cigarette out his window that landed on my windsheild. Now, I could say something witty like its not enough that your killing the earth, and yourself, that you try to kill me too, but im going to leave that nazi unscathed to feed my passive agressive persona another ( Read more... )

i like clouds because they can just keep soaring. they just go wherever life takes them. i wish i were a cloud sometimes.

I am insane.  The intense look in my eyes screams with a playful vengeance that no where in hell could be described. I stream into a psychological path of power and pain.  I violently clench my fingers together as if to form a fist against the forever freedom of fakeness.  I am insane.  My face dances with a symphony of anger and arousal, of ( Read more... )

How much do you have to know a person before you can judge them ( Read more... )