Im trying to shed my ego, and believe me if I'm being a jerk at least i know it ( Read more... )

I don't think I can come back from this.

I can't stand this anymore

I'm one sky away from seeing a story I never wanted to read.

It feels really good to write uninhibited again. It feels like moving out for the first time. Also, Stone IPA is delicious.

I keep thinking about the day we finished packing, that evening we put all the remnants of our stay in brown bags and left our little home forever. Today felt that same way... exactly the same.

I feel like I can't write in my wordpress right now, at least not the things that are really on my mind. I'm so unhappy with the way it ended with Alison, I'm so unhappy with myself for trying not to hurt her by not giving her the entire, unaltered truth, which is what she really deserves. I don't think there is anything I can do except give her as ( Read more... )

You know, I miss San Diego now that I think about it. Through the fog of terrible roommates, financial trouble, depression, the navy, and my schizotypal psychosis, I think I can finally remember the times I really enjoyed myself in the city. I think, ironically, that my best memories are of me driving to work- it was always dark and cold (in the ( Read more... )

I'm really going to make it. It's really a dream.

We used to have people like Bob Dylan, The Beatles, and Elvis ( Read more... )