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Alright, so here is another expulsion of rotten thought. The words are stiff & starchy & will not flow with ease tonight, but it's one of those nights where I need this shit out on e-paper & not consuming me. Journals are like punching bags, I look forward to these opportunities to bitch in the emptiness ( Read more... ) -
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Alright, some writing needs to happen before anything else can drop out of my head. Jesus, it's stopped up crazy. So, it's my birthday today, & this is what I'm doing. I was going to go to some other person's birthday party with Alicia, but we got in what might be our last fight. Which is my fault for failing to put up with more mistreatment & ( Read more... ) -
Dog Massage: I Have Arrived
More than any other outlet of expression it seems like writing provides the most immediate access to the vein of inspiration that runs deep under the surface. When I don't write my ability to express myself in the form of art decreases dramatically. Dramatically being a relative term here, as I'm referencing something super unimportant to anyone ( Read more... ) -
A Million
There has been too much going on at this moment in time in my life for me to not make an attempt to document it. 2010 in general has been the most switched-on year in my life, contributing more memories and more learning to my brain than the previous ten years combined. Maybe that's hyperbole, since I couldn't have reached the point I was at ( Read more... ) -
Dateline: The Abyss
I don't know what life is about and I doubt I'm okay with knowing I'll never figure it out. Failure will always loom before me. I'm tired, I'm not happy, I want to die. What's so bad about the end? What on Earth does life have to offer that it hasn't already shown me? Why am I missing out? Life, I'm taking this snub personally. Life, you've ( Read more... ) -
I Still Think About You
I no longer know how to currently understand the emotions I used to feel. They all seem so foreign to me now. I don't know how to process what I feel for you these days. I shouldn't feel anything at all, but I do. It's things like that that convince me I'm still a good person under all the layers of damage ( Read more... ) -
From the Center of an Hourglass
Honesty with these electronic diary entries is essential if I'm entertaining any notions of journalistic accuracy here. Without a topic in mind, I will attempt to write and get the urge to write out of my system. Lord knows it's counter-productive (and counter-interesting) to the extreme ( Read more... ) -
The Approximation of Futility's Lumbering Gait
Having been away from the computer, television, and many people for a couple weeks has allowed me an unusual amount of time to construct complex thoughts. When unhealthy amounts of alcohol have also been subtracted from the equation that is Eric Peterson in General, things begin to emerge from my soul that have been buried longer than life can ( Read more... ) -
Love V. The World
Nobody seems to have any faith in my ability to love. A good majority of this malady is my fault; I come across as a person who has little regard for love. This is a complex combination of the past mixed with unfortunate cynicism. The fact remains that despite all evidence I am nothing more than a romantic at heart and the world has no place for ( Read more... ) -
Searching Intravenously
Pardon my absence, computer journal, I had to go out for a while and get some fresh air. All of this yakking about myself was making me nauseous. But having peeked in after a considerable absence I've decided that I can now stomach the activity in here ( Read more... )