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when everything feels like the movies, i just want you to know who i am
i cried for the first time since i got back from ireland last night. It all just suddenly came out. its so hard to just hold everything down and just wear the happy face that makes everyone else happy. its just something we have to do. sadness is selfish. sadness breeds sadness. I know who I am, but i don't know if my friends do. So hideously ( Read more... ) -
that was the 14th.
a great time was had by all...to the mill underground at about 8ish, after we made detours to pick up games and energy. no problems getting in and we met the bands and folk from other such groups that we knew or had played with. we told everyone we met (including the barman) about our plans for a halloween gig, and they all loved it. then again, ( Read more... ) -
theres too many men, theres too many people making too many problems..
english and art today. if i have to look at another water based ink, wood-cut print i may have to do something drastic...involving mrs bland and that fucked up press. press my ass, call it a roll thats what it does. she wouldn't beleive me when i told her that it doesn't work today so i stuck my (final) print in it, put my block on top and rolled ( Read more... ) -
video killed the radio star
Today has been the most deathly depressing down at out wish-everyone-had-forgotten-about-wednesday-and-skipped-it day. I'm confused and tired and lost and my head is so damn full of stuff it hurts. my friends all have secrets that they've decided to share all at once and its shocking some of the fucking scary things that can ahppen so soo, to ( Read more... ) -
in her eraser sang the guilty, as it made the best mistakes
The nights are longer and the evenings are brighter now. And just like so many others, I find it impossible to sleep. My brain is itchy and my eyes are sore. But on the plus side- this makes for an excellent time to write.
I continued writing stranger(n) a few days ago, which seems to be a good thing for the characters are sorting themselves out. ( Read more... ) -
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september 1st, that was mucho ages ago...it seems like longer though. Longer even that july cos I swear that month just got completely skipped over..
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all around me are familiar faces see right through me, see right through me
What the hell am I going to do when I leave school ( Read more... ) -
i want you to know that i miss you i miss you so
I don't know what the problem is anymore. I keep scaring the hell out of myself by imagining my characters are real ( Read more... ) -
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Someone is out there watching me, but I don't know what to make of it ( Read more... )