I just can't catch a break. No awards, no articles, nothing. I am just hoping for a piece of paper, handshake, and a nice glass of gin.

I'm done.
If you want me, you need to work for it. I'm not going to wait around anymore

I just want all the people who have been asking when we are going to hang out that we will once I finish all this homework (which I hope won't haunt me after graduation).
Pray for me.

tokyo ( Read more... )

And with that, I am off to China.

and when i get back, no home, no money, but I do it all for love.

I am here,
I am alive,
I am somewhere between wanting and willing
When my heart starts beating I think of you
I think of poetry,
and if I am destined to be, only the poet
in the great state of Alabama.

meet me at the loft in a year and a half or so.

I'm still alive ( Read more... )

I just stopped moving...

Damn, Might have to go to PSU this summer.
Fuckitall...
I'll be ok.
Just
a
lot
to
think
about...
I want to go home.

I refuse to drive a car that is named after something that could kill me.

I refuse to believe that summer is coming.

I refuse to let spring break pass me by.

I will get my tattoo.

Life will be alright.
How long can I cling on an old book of poetry?