One day I'll give up.
God, I wish that day was today.

Oh, cool, I think I figured it out.

Ugh.

I wish everything really was a metaphor like I wish it was. I think I assign way too much meaning to the smallest things; it's an easy to way to get dissapointed. I don't think I used that semi-colon right because I just woke up from a nap. I still wish I could write a book. Maybe that's what I'll do this winter break, nothing else seems to ( Read more... )

I don't think 'things' will get better. In fact, I'm completely convinced that 'things' can't get better. 'Things' are just that, things. There's no way for them to be better or worse, they just are. For me to sit and think that 'things' will one day become better than they are is a bit silly. I've realized that 'things' are only as good as I ( Read more... )

You know how it's often said "the wind kissed his cheek?" Today, I was thinking. I don't think I've ever felt the wind kiss my cheek. I don't think I've ever had an intimate moment with a breeze, mostly I'm just left wanting to bundle up, not open up to the warmth of a inviting breeze. Except, what if that's not the wind's fault? As ridiculous ( Read more... )

Hope is the worst emotion.

Friendless. It's a word that I really didn't think I'd ever have to come face to face with. I don't think anyone could ever really anticipate being in a situation where they don't feel like they don't have any friends. It's definitely not from a lack of amazing people I could be close with. I just...I'm not a very good friend. I have a ( Read more... )

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I thought it was courage until I realized it was just indifference.