I think I like myself better when I'm inebriated. The haze makes it easier to pretend that people actually give a damn about me and aren't just putting up false pretenses. Of course, the inebriation must eventually wear off, which brings me to my current state: feeling like shit. I feel this way because I was fooled into believing people like me as ( Read more... )

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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very LowLevel 2 (Lustful)Very HighLevel 3 (Gluttonous)HighLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)ModerateLevel 5 (Wrathful ( Read more... )

You know what I miss getting? Flowers. I miss getting flowers from my suitors. I miss someone buying me a flower or two for me. Just a single flower could brighten my day. He/she would smile at me and say, "I saw this and thought of you" or something along those lines. Even if it didn't mean much, it still meant something ( Read more... )

I have a theory ( Read more... )

I’m going to be painfully honest for a moment. Please stand by ( Read more... )

That's right, fuck you. Fuck off and die. Fuck you, and fuck the horse you rode in on, you self-serving, conformist pieces of shit. I hope you get what's coming to you.

Apparently I'm the only gay U of A student that's not going to Diva La Paz tonight. Is that so strange? I didn't go last year, I'm not going this year, and I don't plan on going next year. And do you know why? I'll tell you why: I don't like drag shows ( Read more... )

This is what I get for sleeping too much. Now I get to wade through horribly boring articles about Zora Neale Hurston for a seven page paper I have to have done by 12:30 tomorrow afternoon. Not to mention I need to update my reading journals for my Chinese and Pro-seminar classes. On top of that, I have to have my screening report for my Film and ( Read more... )

You pretend to understand, but you don’t. You can’t. None of you do. And none of the pretty words you spill will make me believe it. And you pretend to care, but I don’t think you really do. If you really cared, you wouldn’t leave me alone like this. Worse yet, you pretend to know me, when you don’t know anything. If you really knew me, you’d be ( Read more... )

Good afternoon, boys and girls. I know it's been a long time since I actually updated this damn thing, but I've got a valid reason: I didn't feel like writing in here. I am now, though! And I come bearing news: I opened a Deviant Art account for the purpose of showcasing my absolute abomination of artwork. Huzzah ( Read more... )