No one trusts me. No one should though, I haven't given anyone reason to. I'm a very irresponsible person, I've come to realize, and I apologize if I've ever hurt you because of it. I'm going to try to stop being a gossip. I'm so sorry everyone. It sucks to realize even the person you love more than anything can't trust you. It hopefully woke ( Read more... )

I'm so scattered lately. I'm not like myself. Old Matas is gone. Say hello to the new one, he might do some of his homework, but he hates himself and can't face that someone might love him. I feel like shit, and I'm pretty sure my stomach hates me ( Read more... )

It has been a long time since I have updated. My LJ has turned to the streets, hoing it around for money to score some cheap ass crack to make the pain go away. Now, I have to go all Richard Gere on her ass and make her feel special a la Pretty Woman. So here goes ( Read more... )

Car accident. Juanita died. I mourned her loss ( Read more... )

It's days like these that I wish I was artsy. Like I tried to make a poster that had the equation: Billy Joel+Steering Wheel=Crying Baby+Explosion, but I couldn't manipulate it to look good. Bah ( Read more... )

Halloween was a blaze of robot dancing, wood stacking, and Sushi eating. Fun, though. And I'm as a excited as Sean Fahey in a Yoo-Jung conference to see Catherin in her Halloween costume ( Read more... )

So yes. New perspective on everything since hair isn't in my eyes and nostrils ( Read more... )

People will tell you school blows. People will always tell you that. Until people tell you college blows. Or until people tell you their job blows, and how much they miss high school and college. It's an inevitability, and I just don't honestly care anymore. I live for the moment now. I have been for a while. This is now, and now is this. ( Read more... )

There aren't enough days in the week to satisfy me. It seems like they go by so fast. Fuck calenders ( Read more... )

The microphone stood there on the stage. A spotlight was opened on it, giving it a glare that made everyone in the front of the crowd shield their eyes. Its black finish reflected the light in an imperfect way, giving way to bends and fragments of color that hadn't been there before. A fat man wandered onto the stage, unsure of his footing in ( Read more... )