When's it going to be enough? Make it enough. See me for coffee and trips down memory lane. Can I tell you now how lovely you look? Let's throw our legs down in a tangle and blow smoke around the room and wax poetic like we're good at. Say all the things we thought but didn't say and drink gallons of coffee until we're a wired mess of nerves and ( Read more... )

I just can't stop and it's killing me.

Sometimes I start thinking that the reason I seem to have so much trouble functioning like a normal person is because I lack heart. Because I need heart. Because I feel incredibly self-centered and egotistical most of the time ( Read more... )

Even though I've failed miserably and exhaustedly at this College thing, the nerd in me occasionally makes an appearance, usually after I've read a book that means more to me than any song I've heard or movie I've seen in a long time. And of course, that's just happened ( Read more... )

I seem to have lost all ambition towards writing anything remotely interesting/worthwhile/of any real point. It could be because when I'm alone, I feel too blank, or perhaps because I have all these Happy endorphins in my body and I only write when I'm feeling kind of sad. Yeah ( Read more... )

My minor freakout of yesterday has carried over into today and escalated into a minor breakdown. I decided yesterday not to go to school next year. I don't have my heart in it, not at all. All I'm doing is continuing to waste a lot of my parents money; money they don't have. It makes me feel awful and criminal and horrible. I don't know what's ( Read more... )

I said I was going to take down that last entry, since it was a huge waste of time dedicated to He Who Shall Not Be Named, and I Did take it down, sort of. Which means that I made it a private entry ( Read more... )

I have nothing much to write about in any eloquent terms when I'm happy.

For Valentine's Day, officially the most depressing and disgusting of all nationol holidays, I did not receive the standard chocolate or flowers, or some stupid overdone sentimental piece of crap. Instead, I got this, and it's made my week. It's the nicest, most elegantly worded letter anyone has ever written to, for, or about me ( Read more... )

Even my mom can't figure this one out ( Read more... )