Hating nearly all aspects of my life right now. Everything makes me sad, angry or both, on top of confusion. It seems like no body gives a shit.

Say what you want about those who are pessimists, at least they're prepared. Real optimists are a tad scary, because they don't see the bullshit.

Though I do like the iPad. In terms of writing it is pretty useless. I know I've tried to post before and lost it by the wrong swipe or movement. Bring into question why I'm using it now. Accessibility i suppose. I can just pick up and do it, almost immediately ( Read more... )

Foolish feelings brought forward ( Read more... )

I have not posted in a long time. Is it maturity? Or a lack of expression? Seems like when I was posting it was only to share thoughts and feelings with someone else. What's the point if no one is reading it ( Read more... )

I have not posted in a very long time. Not sure I have a real reason. Not sure I have a real reason to post now, other than momentary compulsion. For once I'm posting, instead of allowing it to pass. The funny thing is I don't think I can go into the things that are plaguing me lately or currently. My mood has definitely diminished as of late ( Read more... )

I seem to be a little at odds, a little restless lately. Hopefully I can utilize it to be something positive ( Read more... )

One white, one black, multiple shades of grey. No colour, and yet a part of every colour ( Read more... )

I've always had this thing to pick, scratch, squeeze and cut imperfections. Some sort of compulsion makes me attack these deformities and annoyances. Want to stop biting my nails and I only end up picking at them and peeling them apart. Tragic. Therefore I have a few scars, some that might have healed better. I feel like I do this internally too ( Read more... )

I named this journal after a song that's currently playing on my phone, by the Black Keys. I downloaded it awhile ago, takes some listening to decipher what really sticks with you. Hmmm ...not so like life .....or anything for that matter ( Read more... )

I should be happy. Elated even. Perhaps I'm a cynic or a pessimist, or maybe I just have a firm enough grip on reality to know that nothing is as simple. I'm in an odd mood. Actually it's not odd, I've been like this for awhile now. I'm frustrated and confused and ridiculously ambiguous, covered up by lethargy and compliance. At the core I ( Read more... )