Just got back from photography club. It was okay, I suppose, it took a while to choose three pictures. I wonder what the people at the photography club would've thought of my pics prior to the lectures about thirds and whatnot. Haha, it was all common sense. And thirds is a suggestion, one style of photography, not a cardinal rule. I was ( Read more... )

I just read then note that Bailey wrote me. It was so simple, and that's what made it so great. There were no fancy words or flowery phrases, just her naked feelings.

Love. It's all that we need to bind us. With that knowledge, I feel that time will put everything in it's proper place...

I should update.  I should pour every beautiful thought, every euphoric feeling right into this journal.  I want to look back and see the happiness.  I want to witness the glory of a mind at peace, a soul without a single concern.  No need for a conscience, no need for religion,  no need for thought at all.  Just a feeling of overwhelming serenity ( Read more... )

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I found the perfect concert on the perfect day... Mason Jennings, December 10th, live at 1st Ave! Oh my god, I haven't listened to his gentle music in so long. I think it'd be a beautiful, cozy concert ( Read more... )

It's 1:11, she's not coming online. Oh well, if she wants me, she'll call ME. As clear as I like to think I make myself, I think I'm a bit cryptic. The things I said to her, about friends, sports, about us... I think all I ever get across with anyone are the words, and not the meaning, and it might not be all their fault... Bailey, my mom... ( Read more... )

I have learned that the way I say things and the things I'm trying to say don't always go hand in hand ( Read more... )

I just talked to Bailey online. I told her that it was pretty obvious how she felt and how she wanted us to be. I told her that she didn't have to call me before she went to work, because there really wasn't anything left to say. I told her I was sick of being so comfortable with her, because it allowed her to see the weaknesses in myself that ( Read more... )

I can't stop thinking about you. This sucks so bad. I hate how you can do this to me. How can you fucking do this to me?! How do you have this power over me, explain to me how it's possible for some completely autonomous individual to make me feel such tangible despair? I broke up with you because I was sick of being hurt. I thought that by ( Read more... )

Well, it's time for change.  It's clear to me that Bailey no longer shares the feelings for her that I did.  Funny how I'm the one who broke it off yet I'm struggling with it the most.  I always thought that she would at least miss me.  I forsaw her grieving and growing, us maintaining some sort of bond, some common recognition of affection... but ( Read more... )