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Youth is wasted on the young.

So embarrassing...

I sit alone in this room, devoid of ambition, brimming with inhibitions, prepared for nothing yet yearning for drive to achieve the results I desire. I despise myself wholeheartedly, yet don't understand why people depart my company so fervently, as if I'm a sickness and they're the remedy. I can't quite comprehend this self-imposed conundrum I've ( Read more... )

It's sad...

All I do is one of three, four, five, six things:

Smoke.
Drink.
Watch MMA.
Sleep.
Eat at tunes.

I hate myself...

I heard the creak of the front door's screen as the wind fervently gushed pass the porch with vigor and it evoked a bevy of thought. Unbeknown to me that such a common sound of the days I lead would invoke thoughts of previous evenings with you -- your smile, your big blue eyes that seemingly could envelop the sky; the way you rolled them in bother ( Read more... )

I initially thought delving into my thoughts derived from your decision last night would be cathartic and at least sturdy my resolve. I was wrong. Sifting through the myriad thoughts that have been provoked by your preference to remove yourself from a situation you didn't care to endure any longer, I've surmised that the only feelings emanating ( Read more... )

 I've long been bothered by the restrictions of MySpace. More often than not the people who remain close to me are accustomed to my thoughts being open for disection, sifted through for their amusement solely to gain insight into my mind and what I truly am thinking and how it pertains to them. There are a special few this relates to directly.

Here ( Read more... )

People live to die. It's that simple. Regardless of their purpose or cause for existing, no matter the path they find themselves on while they traverse the dense intricacies and fallacies of life they'll find themselves stuck with one sole distination: death. No matter how dreadful and ominous this reality may be or your inability to cope with such ( Read more... )

Acknowledging the reality that the catalyst for my own disposition was myself, is not only correct on my behalf, but pertinent to my progression. Usually, feeling the common intangible urge to fall inadvertently into the trappings of pinning the cause on some other mitigating factor I had no part in controlling was viscerally palpable. Somehow, I ( Read more... )

There are innumberable paths ahead. The trail of debris I've left in the wake of attempting to forge ahead and seize my own destiny is extensive. Undertaking the onus of this responsibility fully and discerning exactly what it is I must do to obtain my goals and make a concerted effort to do so until I've exhausted all my options and expended all ( Read more... )

I try to refrain from following the mundane, solipsistic, idiosyncratic path of rote Lompocian behavior. Yet doing so in this barren wasteland of pretentious immaturity and the cavalcade of ignorance that comes hand in hand with such a mind-state has left me alone, meandering throughout my familiar habitat in search of the complacency which always ( Read more... )