i want to stop looking at the ground everywhere i go; but this sky has nothing to offer.

i really hate it here.

i think i need help

hi.

fuck

this guy is stoked on a lot of shit

argh. why do i stress out over shit like this. why do i have to play the role of the easy going, overly passive, slightly reserved, apathetic, helpless kind. if half the shit that ran through my mind were expressed once in a while my life might be a little bit more exciting. things that i strive for the most i let grow distant because i dont know ( Read more... )

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these have been a pleasant past few days. me and mikey got lost, we had lots of nutty bars and beer, and i got to see most every one of my favorite people within 2 days. to top it all off, i got to indulge in the laziest day of recovery. i had a blast...and if i end up getting sick, i think it was all worth it.

the internet is so boring. i think i might be growing out of it.