I feel abandoned. There's really nothing left but hard work, and I'm so motionless. I can scarcely breathe. There's really no direction that I can choose and have it lead towards the best path. There is no right one. They are all wrong for me. I'm just...lingering. Everything...everyone I get involved with, it's not real, none of it was ever real. ( Read more... )

Shes fucking beautiful and she hasn't even the slightest of clues. I think I could love her.

Everything right now...it's just amazingly strange and wonderful and slightly foreign but in a "I knew you once before" kind of way. Everything is a massive blur, with good times stuck between which make the days memorable in their own little way. I want to be in love with the world like you are, I want to show everyone every single thing I find ( Read more... )

I had something really great to write ( Read more... )

You're laying down again ( Read more... )

What I don't get is why all the asshole girls get whatever they want, but don't appreciate it ( Read more... )

I really do. I hope momentous stories are told to children and grandchildren about people we knew. I hope we all do really great, wonderfully beautiful things ( Read more... )

I thought I'd never say this, but my parents are being fucking idiots ( Read more... )

Everything has changed. And not nessicarily for the worste, either. I love everyone. But Im semi-frustrated and I feel as though I want to do something I'd soon regret. Ugh. I don't know. But I have two amazing ladies in my life and I pretty much wouldn't have it any other way ( Read more... )

I don't get this whole Live Journal thing. I can't seem to figure out how to customize so I tend to dismiss it because it doesn't look the way I want for it to.Yeah okay way to break in the new journal. I'll have someone help me with this later ( Read more... )