so i left my house a number of months ago ( Read more... )

so i never learned how to ride a bike.
but im doing really good. i have yet to fall and im getting myself a new bike by next week.
i dont have a car, so this will be good. now i have access to more of the outside.
oh, fun fun.

i want so much to know what to do with myself, right now ( Read more... )

i need something.
say, something that will be unconditionally mine, regardless of what happens or of situation.
and i need inspiration.
something to keep me distracted while i can write without having to throw out everything i attempt.
i need something new.
something unforgetable.
something complete.
and until i find it, i think i will sleep

what is nothing?
what does it look like?
if there was nothing;
no color, no sound, no taste or touch.
no space.
no life.
no emptiness or void.

what the hell would that look like?

i have a pattern i most utterly dislike.
i seem to surround myself with people that are very much like my family.
they end up swallowing hearsay and choosing sides.
it makes it lame to haev mutual friends with anybody.
and its not because any of it is true, but rather the fact that most of it is mere opinion.
its just so stupid.
stupid stupid

after everything that's happened, I've come to a conclusion..
she needs her life to be a walking tragedy.and anyone who'd live in my shoes would realize the same ( Read more... )

i begin with this new journal.
but why?
i suppose i like conversation.
i want to learn something new.
and i have time.
so why not, eh?