Geneseo was close to amazing. I really, really liked it there and something just felt right. I think it's the one.

I'll update later on about my trip...

Holy shit. I got an acceptance letter from Geneseo today (and I haven't even filled out the part two application yet... lol)! I nearly shat my pants, then laughed uncontrollably at my fortune.

Mein Herz schlägt nicht mehr weiter. Ich bin tot.


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A response to your birthday letter.

Dad,
That was a very touching birthday letter that you wrote me; I read it three times and cried each time. I can't help but get emotional when you write things like "I'll always be thinking of you, and with you in spirit wherever you go or whatever you do." I don't know, I just felt the need to respond to ( Read more... )

Not necessarily, because usually something is wrong.

For example, we could not have a snowday tomorrow, even with a foot or so of snow. Fine, because I've already counteracted that possibility as I'm going to stay home from school tomorrow regardless. Yeah, fuck 'em. I should probably be going to the doctor's office again anyway; this ear ( Read more... )

An enjoyable day. Thank god my last birthday wish was still awake ( Read more... )

To choke you now. Autumn leaves are beginning to fall ( Read more... )

Fuck everything. I needed to post this; my dad wrote it yesterday ( Read more... )

Fallen apart, alone and drowning. Today he was diagnosed with more cancer, but the doctors say that they've chased it as far as they can go and there's not much else they can do. Surgery could completely debilitate him or even kill him. Supposedly the tumor is growing inward this time because there's no tissue left, growing toward his spinal ( Read more... )

Journal Entry - December 18, 1896
False-hearted and faithless. Maybe I could have stopped it all from happening. Maybe I could have foreseen it if I hadn't been so consumed, so blind to reality. Somewhere and everywhere a little part of me was screaming at myself, warning that everything was about to collapse. But I never listen; I only make ( Read more... )