1. My VU friends are going home.
2. My LA friends are cokeheads, 21 OR on the flip side, don't go out much---nightlife wise.
3. I cannot find anyone to do NYs with me.

How did this happen?

Why can't more people be real, and have more conversations based in truth rather than frivolity?

I enjoyed my time with random people last night substantially.
It's nice to talk about things that matter rather than other people for a change.

I'll be out soon, but first ( Read more... )

i cant manage anything to save my life, and im not strong, im not. im just detached and unaffected, and hey! if you dont care, you cant feel, right? until stuff comes biting you in the ass ( Read more... )

comfortable by john mayer is stalking me ( Read more... )

birthdays don't mean much anymore.

i forget that although I no longer use LJ that that doesn't mean that many friends that I care about do.

and lets be honest: we censor ourselves on xanga.

I find it hard to say that everything is alright ( Read more... )

"I'm limited... and just look at you...
you can do all I couldn't do...
now-
it's up to you.

*sigh*
I feel stopped, in my tracks, which crooked as they were, at least I was doing something.
moving.

Which is worse: walking in circles, or standing still?

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