I woke up feeling strange. I have this kind of "want" empty feeling. . . and it's one that can't be filled. Maybe it can be one day. I hate waking up feeling to 20493948 different emotions at one time. I just tried getting onto my yahoo messenger and it doesnt work. I already called Goose. . .who has told me he "DID NOT" change the password. I don' ( Read more... )

Being asleep all day has left me alittle restless. I am currantly laying down in my bed. I feel so. . . out of place and at the same time kind of well I don't know how to explain it. My friday was quite nice. I hung out with my bestfriend. I was really close to buying a violin today. I think the desision was out of boredom even though I really do ( Read more... )

get out of my bed. I figure if I i stay in it I'll be safe.

http://www.myspace.com/explosionsinthesky

listen to the 3rd song.
(a poor man's memory)

Well, I am suppose to be typing a psychology paper but I am far uninterested in it. I hate writing about things I don't give a shit about. I am so very tired; I want to go to bed so badly. I wish I could just go to bed for the night and not have to worry about my stupid paper I have to type out. I hope I have ink in the printer. I am strongly ( Read more... )

i like my livejournal default photo. What do you think about it ( Read more... )

but.

I'm glad it looks like everyone is doing better than me.

so. I cant complain.

actually Im doing well. I mean the sky hasnt fallen down on me.

so who cares.

I made a new friend who gives real good advice, even when theyre drunk.

I love my life and I love being me.

My journal Is ugly.

I need to redo it

set alot of entries to Friend Only

and delete some entries.

The food that I’m eating ( Read more... )

well it's sad knowing that the person I'm thinking about it definitly not thinking about me. Evidently because he has not called once today. I keep thinking whatevever because out of all this bad there is something good for me in the end. I just wish it would come soon though. I thought I would make this a long entry but . . . this sucks.

Nothing will compare to the numerous days we spent together, all the letters and cards we gave eachother. Nothing will compare to memerable moments we shared, speding holidays together, feeling complete.

evething inside me hurts.
lifes a bitch. What can you do about.
fuck it. nobody cares.