Greatest feeling in the world? Standing in the bathroom and removing your shirt in front of the mirror only to randomly notice a Deer Tick on your chest. Aforementioned, our antics involving DXM took place in a forest which led to an old graveyard. Apparently, while traversing through the wooded area, I accidentally tripped over a vine and fell ( Read more... )

I miss her so much it aches. Funny how someone can be there, but deep down it feels like they're gone. Last night I barely slept, although as my aching eyes strained against the sunlight of a new day, I actually smiled. I smiled because this morning I had a newfound appreciation for the normality of things, how when you look at something as ( Read more... )

So as I write this, slightly buzzed, my weird neighbors next door are partying to old rock music which was popular back when my parents were teens. It's horrible to think all the music you like now will be considered old when you're old. Last night I showered just before bed, and this morning I endured the consequences by waking up with crazed ( Read more... )

Steadily this rainfall is becoming much less comforting and slightly depressing. Gray skies don't ordinarily dampen my day, for some reason the gloomy atmosphere makes me feel calm and contemplative. My days haven't been as productive as they should be, sitting in class deadpan as could be. Thinking of her while my mind runs rampant with ( Read more... )

Conflicting emotions feel horrible, especially when they involve the people you care for the most. I'm in love, and it isn't because of what I make of her in my mind, it's because of who she is, because of what she means to me. I've changed because of this, I knew it the moment my comrade and I sat in his car the Mongoose and listened to music in ( Read more... )

Well, it's safe to say that i've been in one hell of a rut as of late. Nothing short of rejection feels worse than having a personal dispute with your closest companion, especially when you think you're the only one reeling from it. Ironically, the only two memorable arguments my comrade and I have had have been over something involving girls. ( Read more... )

Rock climbing at night in a quarry is by far one of the freakiest things in life. During the day, although the height is intimidating, at least vision isn't impaired when climbing. Clinging to a steep hill of dry sand and stone with nothing to fall back on but a bed of rocks leading to dark water of unfathomable depth, not being able to tell what ( Read more... )

Rock climbing in a quarry isn't ordinarily something three confidants offhandedly decide to do on a Friday, however the originals; consisting of myself, my comrade, and my crony Rich, decided to partake on a little adventure. Rocking a pair of keen shades and an Israeli Army baseball cap, my hands covered in dirt and grime as we climbed sideways ( Read more... )

Sometimes the ideal love is entrancing, the surreal lure of feeling certain it was meant to be. As inexperienced as I am regarding romance, thus far in my life, i've only felt once as if someone and I were meant to be. Surprisingly, I was most fascinated with this concept the moment I accepted and understood that we weren't meant to be, when the ( Read more... )

By no means is the aspect of love simple, nor the meaning of it. So easily could I delve into a slump of self-pity over the happenings of a rather upsetting occurrence earlier in the evening involving my ex, however i've begun to loathe mostly writing my expressions of angst, especially when there's far more to me as a person than stereotypical ( Read more... )