I tried to make this journal friends-only, but unfortunately, I have too many previous [public] entries. I'm too lazy to continue with this self-imposed chore, so I'll just keep this journal public. Not that anyone actually reads this thing.

You wake up from a haze of madness with tired, swollen eyes, and you realize that you understand things better now than before. Still, a hundred questions that form out of paranoid ideas haunt you for every second that you are alive, and amazingly it seems easier to ignore them now. I think that at some point in your journey, whether or not it is ( Read more... )

I am sorry that your boyfriends are lame! They are the kind who are next-to-nothing when compared to my man. Yes, I am proud of him for simply being him, no more, no less. His love comes with a sensational passion, and I must say I don't believe your boyfriends love you as much as my man loves me! And I feel awfully sorry for you ( Read more... )

Him. Scented music from a quiet saxophone; melodies mixed with the exotic aroma of passionate lovemaking and heavy breaths. Soft, smooth flesh from youthful hands that slowly explore a soul's surface; the distinct bow that shape her quivering lips, the strands of her hair that tangles around his playful fingers, the curves that prove she is a ( Read more... )

I want to know if heaven exists on earth; if it is at all possible to feel euphoria in a place filled with tragedy and sorrow ( Read more... )

I am really uncertain of what I should do with my life in the next few months. Sure, you can give me a million and one suggestions but I highly doubt I'll take any of them. Many of you would rather take things one step at a time, but in my case, if the near future is nothing but a haze, I feel like I have nothing to look forward to. I lose the ( Read more... )

My mother's extreme dependency on her religion bothers me. She would often say, "If it's your time to go, it's your time to go." She makes it seem as if you can't avoid ill luck, or at the very least, recover from it. I have seen a lot of people survive what you may call a designated fate from God, so based on what I have witnessed, I believe that ( Read more... )

I hardly talk about anything else except my relationship with Joseph and how much I adore him. I'm sure it's getting old for some people, but really, I can't seem to talk or think about anything else. I'm sure a few people out there can understand where I'm coming from, and even if nobody did, I doubt I'll give a damn about what they think. Lovers ( Read more... )

Abandon all those high-flown beliefs of what love should be- I like what you and I have. It is real. There is nothing impressive about perfection; The greatest love stories ever told are free from grandiloquent oratory and are in fact, often besieged by tragedy (when I say this I think of stories like Gone With The Wind or a Streetcar Named DesireA ( Read more... )

Life isn't any easier, in fact it has only gotten more complicated. In a short span of time, I have lost a lot and gained a lot. I have lived a lot and died a lot. I have grown a lot and wasted a lot. It's all a big fucking cycle that has got me running in all possible directions and getting myself lost. But at the end of the day, I am found.