Every day I feel as if I'm becoming more adept with my surroundings and demands, and yet also becoming more and more detached from my sense of self.

I can hardly decide whether there are too few or too many hours in a day anymore.

I think that if I really have to be thankful for anything in my life thus far, it's that I have this certain sensibility...no...it's almost more like an aura around me that prevents folks from ever blowing smoke up my ass concerning just about anything ( Read more... )

Fuck everything, man.

I quit.

I'm trying...I swear, I'm trying ( Read more... )

If I was ever given the chance, I'd take that opportunity to tell you just how sorry I am that everything ended the way that it did ( Read more... )

What is the sound of a man closing up?

I suppose I could tell you...but you wouldn't want to hear it anyway.

Financial Aid check for my Fall 2009 semester came in today:

$213.00

This is what I have to work with when it comes to buying books n' such for this semester.

The guy slinging slurpees at the local 7-11 is making more money than I am right now.

It's time for some serious fucking changes in my life.

...and at the end of the day, it all remains the same as it ever was; I'm just running away from everything.

"Love in the past is only a memory.

Love in the future is a fantasy.

Only here and now can we truly love."

...and just like that, I feel as if a tremendous weight is lifted off of my shoulders.

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