Suddenly, everything seems so... hopeless. Or is it suddenly? Perhaps this realization has been building up for a long, long time. I'm becoming a much more complex person, and surely that comes with growing up. However, my problems grow in complexity, as well. Issues I've written about before on here now seem so minute ( Read more... )

Every time I start to think that I'm happy, I realize that my life feels quite empty. I feel like I'm not doing enough with it; when I am doing a lot, it feels much too overwhelming. I could give some kind of redundant rant about relationships, but I'm not even sure if it's about that anymore. I don't know what this is about ( Read more... )

Unwanted situations always seem surreal, and I'm finally beginning to grasp that. Violent situations, broken bones and blood loss, a family fight, a death... a car wreck. I had my first car wreck today; I suppose it was bound to happen. It wasn't bad. I'm not hurt, no damage done to my car... Their car, on the other hand, isn't too pretty.

-sigh-
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It seems that I cannot veer from the habit of constantly doubting myself.
Even when I think I have things figured out, I tell myself that I must not.

Everything seems so purposeless. And, hell, it's probably because it is.
I hate doctors- even the "nice" ones. I hate everyone I'm training with at UPS. All of the girls are dumb whores, except probably one or two. The guys are pretty much the same, hah. I hate the routine, even though it's slowly shifting. I hate gas prices. I hate the heat and ( Read more... )

I want, more than anything, to be able to scream. I want to let out all this anger in it's simplest form. I want to scream in a place where no one will hear me- scream until I'm absolutely hoarse. I want to scream the rage out of me, as one would wring the water out of a towel. I want it gone.

I've resuscitated an old friendship with Brittney Thompson. We were best friends in middle school, and I don't ever really get the chance to talk to her because her parents are insane. Now, she's somehow set up an e-mail address, and we've been sending each other 10-paragraph essays, practically, for a few days. It's like talking to a stranger that ( Read more... )

I got home from T.H.A. only a few hours ago, and I feel like so many things have happened. This time, I'm not typing this for myself; I need help with this, because I really don't know what to do anymore.

My aunt dropped me off at home. Looking at my car, which I hadn't seen in 11 days, I noticed that it looked rather dirty. I didn't think much of ( Read more... )

It's funny how I always write about you on here... like I'm trying to be secretive or something. In reality, I know that you will eventually read this, just as well as you will know its relevance. Assuming that all of this is correct, you could probably call me a coward-- but a blatant coward, in a sense. So predictably, here it goes again.
I think ( Read more... )

I just watched a short film on Netflix, called "The Sound of People."
I'm speechless...
It was brilliant.

Go find it on iTunes or Netflix, seriously. I would post it on here but it isn't on youtube or anything...

I watched another good short film the other day, I've told a few people about it... "Spider."

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