This may be my live journal but it has certainly died. Just like my dead journal. There are a few reasons for this. The people who used to regularly read my journal don't know me any more. I've really lost every friend I ever had in high school. I really hate it but I can't fix it and I don't think I want to. I'm not who I was, I highly doubt those ( Read more... )

I've been sitting here thinking about typing for a few minutes. This is ironic as I came here for the sole reason of typing out my latest problems and the main one is my inability to speak. Not only that but the dilemma of feeling as if I'm not being heard. Even now I struggle to find the words to put here or the reason for it but I can only say ( Read more... )

It's been a while since I sat down at this computer and decided that my heart needed some pouring or that my journal needed watering but I suppose both are overdue ( Read more... )

I came home and you weren't on. I didn't think you would be. I fucking strolled into work with some kind of bounce in my step like I'd accomplished something. For an hour of my life I had something to live for, but now that's gone again. For an hour of my life I felt more like myself again. I should have fooled myself into believing you'd be here ( Read more... )

Dear Friends ( Read more... )

Are we lost, you and I ( Read more... )

I woke up from the haze that was my winter break today to find that I had class once again. Something I was completely unaware of and unprepared for. I'm starting to wonder if I'm pointing all of my fingers at the wrong people. All of my friends are gone. I used to have three separate groups of friends and those are mostly gone. I've been blaming ( Read more... )

I started this blog out with the phrase life update. Then I thought, "Well, I've got about three things to fucking say." so here those are. I'm super psyched about whatever the fuck I'm getting for christmas. Girls still fucking kill me. That's not new. Car is still broken, probably untill the end of january. I miss my friends, somebody fucking ( Read more... )

You can pour me in a paper cup ( Read more... )

On Saturday, August 10th of 2007 hip-hop lost one of it's greatest inspirations. Donda West, mother of Kanye West, has died. This was no gang-related gun down or psychotropic overdose but the result of cosmetic surgery and bad luck. In an industry full of self-diefying artists promoting images of crime and drug abuse in their efforts to gain mass ( Read more... )