Looking at a blank screen searching for words is like a punch to the stomach.

"The mind is its own place, and the places inhabited by the insane and the exceptionally gifted are so different from the places where ordinary men and women live, that there is little or no common ground of memory to serve as a basis for understanding or fellow feeling."

-Aldous Huxley

It's always about getting out. Getting out is not what it's cracked up to be. But then again, neither is life. I don't know anymore. All my words are reduntant and have been said. Life sucks. The sooner someone realizes that, the better off. Life sucks and you die at some point. That's why death is the biggest joke ever. Death is nothing. ( Read more... )

i want to go back ( Read more... )

Wishing time away. I know this is a regret later on. At the same time, it's hard to stop. I wish I had words to express myself. I've never been able to express myself. At least in the way that i strive to. I want people to know what I think, i want to open up to them... but the shell of pain, the fear of letdown, always overtakes. I don't think ( Read more... )

maybe it's time i talk about how i am ( Read more... )

Waking up ( Read more... )

I put pictures up on the wall. A total of seven, all with one thing in common. What I thought about while doing it, I can't remember.

Just close my eyes.

I pass by people... they never look me in the face. I see them look up as they walk past. The theory on this is unconclusive. Thinking about you, I walk forward. This day reminds me of autumn and it's unknown results. Sometimes I just want to change everything, but then reality sets back in, common sense that I don't need, that takes up space... ( Read more... )

Back in school... it's raining. I haven't even been to my first class yet. So no idea on if it's going to be shitty or not ( Read more... )