My waking life is her memories.
To begin again from the beginning…
Bits of rapture, fleeting emotions,
All action no theory, I am all theory no action.
They say dreaming is dead, that no one does it anymore.
Savor the input from all senses,
Feel the joy and sorrow, the laughter and empathy.
It’s scary, for the first time I’m being deprived of my

I sit here in my kitchen trying to dig up childhood memories, flashes of me as a 5 year, 7 year old, 12 year old, two years ago even, come to mind. I need to organize them, I need to see which of them really is me, and which ones are just a figment of my imagination. So my first college english essay relates to family: write an essay in which you ( Read more... )

I've been having this mental battle for the past few days now, that I cannot seem to put to rest. The issue is very complex and almost shameful, I'm just confused, that's all. Ha! Like being confused could BE something simple, ever since school started, I began to question if it's really what I wanted. I mean this IS what I've been working for the ( Read more... )

I also have a xanga, I interchange between the two. Honestly I don't think anyone but hermit and perhaps Mr. SixMachine reads the crap I write on this thing. That's not to say that I'm going to stop writing on this uhhh... thing, since I mostly write for my own piece of mind. Anyway here's xanga----> Www.Xanga.Com/guitargurlpoet

...Change the background on this thing

...Change the font

...Add more color to it

...Personlize it

Maybe she's right, I have to give up fun for at least a short period of time. It seems like I must sacrifice certain things in order to get others, but what happens when I finally reach my goal and because I was so involved in it... I lose all my friends, will it be worth it then? It just feels like everything is out of reach, once this month is ( Read more... )

I've been sitting on my bed for the past 2 hours staring at the fading screen on my computer waiting for inspiration to arrive... nothing yet. I've been trying to surpass the greatness of my last entry, yet I've drawn a blank. Sorry to dissapoint you.

I must put a period to my thoughts, before I begin to speak so bluntly. Everything with in me is very quiet and empty now, as in a house when everyone is gone and you are lying alone, sick and hearing with outmost clarity the sharp, metallic ticking of your thoughts ( Read more... )

Note to everyone:
I am easily convinced and therefore forced into getting an Lj, I am willing to give it a try but I can tell already I'm going to have a hard time updating this. I'm a silly girl stuck in my own ways... so here goes.