Lately I've been haunted by a sort of overall uncomfortable vibe looming over everything ( Read more... )

All the men there were before are now gone. Not dead, but tucked away in a secret place which is not worth mentioning. Imagery and perception are no longer inate, but conceptual. Nothing is as it seems and the world may or may not be coming to an end ( Read more... )

No one challenges themselves.

I wish I could say that I am some sort of shining exception to this,
but that just isn't the case.

I try to learn as much as I can from people
and the world around me in some sort of effort
to stay sharp and keep absorbing new realities.

I'm not making the mark.

this is my last night as a teenager.

weird.

I'd like to start sharing real thoughts and reflections in this journal, but almost fear doing so at the risk of coming off like some second-rate philosopher like all too many journals I have stumbled across.

Fuck you kids.

I have this to say:

"meaningless"

what good is talking when you only know this many words?

the skyline is just rotting buildings waiting to devour your yuppie souls

your life won't let you out, I'm sorry

I so seldom update this,
and when I do it's never anything worth wasting words on.

Lately, ups and downs.

Honestly,
I still don't really have anything worth wasting them on.

If you failed to go outside tonight and see how bright the moon is...

you missed out.

NEW THINGS:

everyone = faggots.