Apparently I am that friend; the one all the suicidally depressed friends come to when they want to have a 'chat' with someone. I guess I give off some sort of vibe, like, 'I can talk you down from that ledge you're standing on. Yes, it was just a mere coincidence that I was already up here waiting for you.'

Not saying I myself am suicidal - far ( Read more... )

 I am only somewhat ashamed to admit that this past Saturday I gave into the hype and made the trek to Vancouver for the 2010 Olympic Winter Games. Now, I know that this should be a time of celebration and joy for all of British Columbia and Canada, but what usually takes an hour to travel into Vancouver became a three and a half hour venture in ( Read more... )

I don't write because I want to, because it feels good, or even because I have anything interesting to say. I write because I have to. Spoken words are meaningless, forgotten in time or ignored altogether. By writing I can begin to understand myself and the people I share my life with. I don't like expressing emotions through spoken words, as no ( Read more... )