what a bitch!

Jess, ask me about this post later...

I feel stupid for ever liking him again. I mean, I know it would never work out between us, him being so far away and what not, but deep down inside of me, a little gleam of hope burned. That gleam has since been extinguished, and I have been brought back down into this reality that leaves me here alone and depressed for no good reason other than ( Read more... )

Im going to teach you guys a lesson about alcohol. Its a very simple lesson.  One in which I will use pictures to illustrate

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The stereo in my car is currently out of commission and has been for some time now. Despite other problems facing my cars ultimate swan song (the passenger door not working, small oil leak that refuses to fix its self, vacuum hoses corroded, misfiring engine, bad upper control arm bushings, rear sway bar cracked, blower on A/C not working, ( Read more... )

I like being nice. I enjoy being a good guy. I'm glad I have morals now, and self respect, and blah blah blah - it makes me feel better about myself. I just hate that I how when I try to share that with someone, they dont want it. I'm tired of hurting.

Love is not worth it. It just isn't. There is no way its worth this sort of stupid pain/confusion. And don't argue with me, because you will simply be wrong.

I wish I had a heart to give to someone.

The mind of an ignorant, in a desperate attempt to shield itself from knowlege, builds a shell around itself made of apathy and denial. The mind of the ignorant will fly away at the slightest confrontation, all the while rotting and decaying inside. Where it lands, death follows.

I am extreamly lucky to have what I have. To have lived how I've lived. To be who I am. Why can't I be happy with that?

I've had a horrible case of writers block as of... oh, the past two months or so. I don't know what my deal has been because I have had plenty of juicy stories to divulge to my dear journal. Actually, when I step back and think about it, they aren't really happenings that I particularly want to remember. But, that's beside the point - even if I ( Read more... )

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