As the rain pours down, I can hear it tapping on the ceiling of my room, and I begin to wonder if this is all life is meant to be. Storms and sunshine and clouds and the wind ripping and tapping at the window of my room, as if there is a purpose to every little thing it supposes it ought to be. It's unpredictable and never manageable. You think you ( Read more... )

Trying to change the world is a grueling task. You see, it's hard to pinpoint exactly how one is to go about such a thing, and not only that, but is it even possible? I'd like to stay optimistic and believe it to be so, however, I have no clue how I actually ought to do there. So perhaps I shall do what one of my fellow friends has done and put in ( Read more... )

I came back from having been gone a while, and this is what I found. Online Journals. Heartbreaking things really. Everyone seems to be different, struggling with problems that they just can't seem to figure out. And sometimes, they don't even notice that the problem is there. Many of you would deny that there was anything wrong in your life, or ( Read more... )