i remember when i would get excited to get on the net and talk with my friends on AIM or some other IM program. when i couldn't wait to jump on lj and write something new that happened. or lame ass myspace used to be fun.

the net just isn't the same. i need something new to do on the net other than youtube or metacafe. i'm bored.

me

I am writing to say how much I care for you and to say how much I want you to know me better ( Read more... )

Here is a song ffrom the wrong side of town where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound that pounds from within and is pinning me down ( Read more... )

i can see it in your eyes, i can hear it in your voice. the signs are obvious that all we had has run its course. i don't mind giving up the upper hand in this little charade cause i've spent too many nights here on the floor waiting for something inside you to change ( Read more... )

I think...I'm awake...rolling...on my blanket...I am sinking...into the bed...light around me...beautiful washes of pulsating color...buzzing white noise...it sounds like one hundred bees ( Read more... )

I could not have cared less what became of me.  In my odd and unattractive fashion, going to bars and bragging was my way of quarreling with the world-this was my way of protesting.  I was ruining myself in the process but at times I understood the situation as follows:  IF THE WORLD HAD NO USE FOR PEOPLE LIKE ME, IF IT DID NOT HAVE A BETTER PLACE ( Read more... )

my friends that made me laugh are now gone. if i could go back i would have talked to him more...

that which is within you and directs your life knows already. it's good to realize that within us there is someone who knows everthing, wills everthing, does everything better than we ourselves....

each man’s life represents a road toward himself, an attempt at such a road, the intimation of a path. no man has ever been entirely and completely himself. yet each one strives to become that…one in awkward, the other in a more intelligent way, and each as best he can ( Read more... )

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