a damp mossy exterior ( Read more... )

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i cant sleep. i really need to soon though, but im honestly pretty upset. i dont even know why anymore, iv counselled myself all night.
since this is livejournal, i wont hold back and just pretend no one else is reading this..

is it pride? do i feel like iv made an idiot out of myself? could be...
i dont know, but many things.. in my head are changing ( Read more... )

i hate cheap petty people.

and liars who think they are good at lying. i hate them.

and selfish little self-absorbed people who let a little bit of power get to their head.

i'm going to be better than you, so  keep trying for the rest of your life.

I originally wanted to write a post of frustration, like always, but I changed my mind. I feel that I am not faithful to my journals, who are always there for me (except when I have no access to internet- but they are not to be blamed for that). I only come here when there is something troubling me. What ever happened to the nice thoughts and ( Read more... )

i feel tense. my computer is dead, and i want to.. be home sleeping. i dont like canada. i'd rather switch flights in japan or san francisco like usual. we're stuck, and my face hurts. i m also sad... i want america to be powerful again. my mom just spent 8 dollars on a muffin that would have been 5 USDs. america sucks. this is how it should be- ( Read more... )

i love wael. i haven't really posted anything this real in a while ( Read more... )

 it has been aproximately 176 weeks since i updated ( Read more... )

today, lassies and laddies, is the very 20th of december. WHOO! IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS!! well, i guess i dont really care, cuz its nto like we're doing anythign really special.. but hey, i dont have to wake up early-.. neways, im at the library right now, and spencer and jeannine just got back form ciccios. vix and jess r with me rite now.. i just ( Read more... )

a break from dark colors, happy holidays everyone!!!

The Unfortunate Thing

Here is the tale of Unfortunate Thing
Whom I found in our garden shed
He’s seven foot two, with shiny black nose
And horns on the top of his head
Unfortunate Thing wore a fine suit of scales
Which hadn’t been polished for years
All covered in dust and speckles of rust
From endless ( Read more... )