i don't know which is truer: i am selfish for thinking that nobody else could possibly understand how i feel. or i am selfish for hoping there are more people that feel this way than i could ever imagine.

it scares the shit out of me.

I keep writing things and not writing them down. I keep thinking I'm crazy and then forgetting I thought it, or getting distracted to the point that it doesn't matter until the thought comes back again. Do I just keep doing things for the sake of doing anything? Do I keep propelling myself forward and onward through this life because I have NO ( Read more... )

How can it possibly rain any more? I just want to write a song about it, but every time an idea comes along, it gets washed away by the endless showers.

Sigh.

Last night I had a dream that global warming indeed occurred and the Halifax Shopping Center parking lot became flooded (which is weird because I thought it would be one of the last things to go) and we were on the West End Mall side. There was a ship where Wal-Mart would be and an another one where McDonalds would be (how symbolic) and the Wal- ( Read more... )

I don't think anybody is normal ( Read more... )

I'm really embarrassed about a lot of my old entries. It's kind of horrible, actually. I hate who I used to be. Granted, I was a dumb teenager but my emotions seemed legit at the time. Now, they just seem unfounded and pathetic. I seem pathetic. I thought people were supposed to be nostalgic for their teenage years? While I experience that ( Read more... )

So, I'm 20 now. I guess that's old. Technically, I'm in my 21st year. Ouch ( Read more... )

does he know what lengths i'd go to just to kiss him right now?

why am i such a fucking creep...

my misery has never stopped anybody from being sad before...
why should it start now?

gah

other-wordly goodness that is SO real ( Read more... )