Me and Mom are redoing my room. The colors remind me of McDonalds.. but it will look nice when it's finished. Mom's going to paint a picture of this modern face and then we're going to paint on a poem that I wrote for it. I'm excited. Here's the poem I wrote for the painting ( Read more... )

Life is crazy. I've decided that relying on Starbucks to take the edge off isn't such a bad thing ( Read more... )

It was the day before ( Read more... )

I have a hard time trusting everything(meaning anything) life has to offer. My life has been a swarm of questions without answers lately and God doesn't seem to help me anymore. I have a hard time believing and understanding the "holy book". I've went to church almost every sunday since I was born and I still don't feel like the dedicated ( Read more... )

I realized today how much I depend on you for some sort of inspiration. But it's not like I need you for that, but rather I depend on you for that. Either way it's lame. I don't expect any understanding of this because there's nothing to be understood. I just wish there was a compromise ( Read more... )

I don't really know what to say ( Read more... )

I had this feeling that I needed to be doing something (you know the feeling).. but i can't figure out what it is. Im slightly agitated ( Read more... )

I love seeing old faces and meeting new.

A certain someone owes me a new tube of chapstick. hint,hint.

heh.

I don't want anything from you, I said, unless you want me to want something from you and he smiled and said, I knew you were in one of those moods.

Love.
M.
E.

I can't believe it's Thanksgiving. wow.

You are just so beautiful. I want to kiss you again.

Hope everyone had a nice Thanksgiving.

I love you.

The sobbing boy sat huddled in the corner with his head pressed so firmly against the wall that it began to tilt with his frustrations. The day was so particularly lovely that being inside was torture enough. The dim lighting didn't near compare to the suns brilliance and the silence that lingered was intollerable. The room itself was segregated ( Read more... )