Just got approved for her first place.

Fuck yeah.

Lost in the depths of my own fragile mind, I look out at the havoc wreaked in my absence and I am quiet. I sit idly by and watch it unfold, like the hypnotic destruction of a plane crash. It is chaos, done by my own hands, and due to my inaction. I have done and undone. I have brought hell by bringing nothing. I have doomed the world by doing ( Read more... )

My words have run dry.

In this barrenness, I'm drowning.

Odysseus, against all his better judgment and blatant warnings, decided to submit himself to the Siren's song...why?

Why risk sanity for sweet promises that can never be fulfilled? Why subject oneself to a lilting melody of entrapment? Why torture oneself with fantasy?

Because sweet nothings are strong medicine.

...and even heroes need a dose.

I sit here, in the dark, alone and confused...the events of the day still swirling in my head.... I've always been something of a daydreamer...but, as of late...I've become consumed by my own thoughts ( Read more... )

Late night ponderings and emotional vomit...that is what this journal is for ( Read more... )

Because I'm bored...


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Soooo...I was flipping through a box of old journals...because I was bored...and I stumbled on this little dude:


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Damn...I'm tired. Going to bed late and getting up early is not as awesome as it should be. Tiredness makes me forget things...like to get GAS...such is life ( Read more... )