I've tried to remain so happy, for so long.

So hopeful, so optimistic, so joyous, so gleeful, so sunny.

It's not working.

Who, when they listen, actually hears me?

A couple people?

Not enough.

When will I be satisfied, you ask?

When will I be content?

When will it be enough?

When the entire universe beats as one... sings as one... loves as one...

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GUESSWHATGUESSWHATGUESSWHATGUESSWHATGUESSWHAT.
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I'm trying out for the play.
:D
I'm uber-excited because I love the theat(er? re?), and if I don't make it, that's a-okay by me, as long as I get to audition.
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The play is The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, which Mom says is good, but which I hadn't heard of 'til Rachel informed me auditions are next week.
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Have you ever felt like no matter how hard you try, you are never going to be as good at anything as you'd like to be?  That everyone, even your best friend, overshadows you?  That you can work and work and work and work and work for change, and when you're finished working, nobody's points of views will have changed even the slightest?

{{If you do ( Read more... )

Guess what?  Friends is he amazingest show on Earth.  Maybe there's an amazinger show on Neptune somewhere, but for this planet, Friends is enough.

I really want chocolate chip cookies.  Did I honestly just spell "ccpplord" instead of "cookies"?!!

Wtf.

HAHA CHANDLER PEED ON MONICA.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

*Feels quite random*

Guess what else!  Addy has a ( Read more... )

Sometimes... I wish that I was a different person.

And sometimes I wish that I wasn't a person at all.

But usually, I'm just happy to be alive, no matter how much pain I have gone through.

My pain has been a papercut to the rest of the world's aneurism.

I'm just happy to be alive.

Only two years ago, I was leaving Sydney, Australia.
Only two years ago, I was boarding a flight to Los Angeles, California.
Only two years ago, I was departing from L.A. for Saint Louis.
Only two years ago, I was unbelievably sad.
Only two years ago, I was flying away from three incredible weeks.
Only two years ago, I had to leave some friends... ( Read more... )

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Only your song matters in the end.

In my dreams, I live in a strangely ATU-esque apartment in the Village.  I go to Columbia University.  By night I party, and by day I attend class and explore the city.  I sing and play piano at clubs on weekends, and my own framed artwork is hung all over my bright walls -- accompanied by Beatles posters and pictures of peace signs.

Most mornings ( Read more... )

As soon as you're born, they make you feel small,
By giving you no time, instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,
A working class hero is something to be...
A working class hero is something to be.

They hurt you at home, and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever, and they despise a fool,
Till you're so fu** ( Read more... )