I feel like I'm dabbling in something dangerous ( Read more... )

postmodernism is so overrated.

the Absurd is getting a lot less like Beckett and a lot more like Camus.

I suspect that gathering together everyone who has emotionally hurt me and putting them in a room to talk about me would be a circle worth sitting in on.

I just realized that sometimes I do not like dancing.

EDIT (5/7/06): Only sometimes.

I journaled a lot in middle school. The latter part of my seventh grade year and my entire 8th grade year was recorded in great detail some 4 or 5 years ago. Indeed, I was manipulative, even then. Two months into 9th grade, it stops. The journal goes blank for two years; there are a few lines, then another year goes by, a brief entry about the ( Read more... )

whee!

I'd put one of those big smiley faces here, but I don't know how.

And it was better to write all that than to figure it out.

Ugh.

"Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions ( Read more... )