50cc's and a warm night-ride home alone. it doesn't get any better.

sometimes i regret the position i've put myself in. most of the time, however, i am proud. i don't think people realize how much of my heart and soul is poured into this. i don't think some people realize that for them to just "have fun," someone else had to organize it. when someone is discontent, i cannot stop thinking about it. it keeps me ( Read more... )

insult to injury.

there is meaning here. there always was. i just never know how to tell you about it.

seems i still don't.

O, sings my soul...

i sit and wait.

Oíche mhaith, mo chroí.

Codladh sámh.

today, me and my moped did not get along. we struggled and fought and stuggled some more for around 5 hours, but i think we've made up. i'll find out for sure tomorrow.

there are wonderful things. there are horrible things. there are things that just don't effect me. today i experienced all of them and still i do not feel like i am alive. A chuisle mo chroí, grá mo chroí, a chara dhílish, what do you think of me?

i am deathly ill. yes, i think i am dying.

some people i just can't read. i think i've been denied. i really wish i knew.