There are these songs that I listen to that bring me back to certain days in my life. This song remind me of the smell of drying leaves on a fall day. Not too dry, but not wet. The sun came through the half cloudy sky, teasing us with its warmth but never warming quite so. Luckily the wind did not blow on this day, but slightly, enough to make the ( Read more... )

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I need someone to cuddle with, like alot, not a gf, but not not a gf, I don't know, I just want to be really close to someone of the opposite sex, just not sexually, like a cuddle buddy... But then again, when do I not want that? Oh well, I'm gonna go drink some more, that'll make me happy...

So I am aggrevated, why must I go to the school my parents work at? I don't know, I'm contemplating switching to another school. Today my dad talked to me about two teachers talking to him about how I'm screwing up in doing hw, and that there are going to be timed visiting sanchions to my computer. That's BS. So today I heard the two most uncommon ( Read more... )

I hate having my parents work at my school, I just fucking hate it...

So yeah, completely sober right now, but hopefully not soon, this whole weekend I've been completely wasted, blasted, and tired as fuck, but it's good to be able to do this. Oh yeah, whiskey, cool aid, and coffee do not mix well, bad, very bad... But it fucks you up really well... :D

It's official, when I'm depressed I'm a much better person. I'm friendly... er to my guy friends, I'm more empathetic to my gal friends, and I can write like the wind. Only set back is I'm constantly complaining on my LJ, my poems always talk about why I'm depressed, and my Insomnia greatly controls my life. Then again, who cares, I have my stories ( Read more... )

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So I've gotten stoned 3 times, and they were pretty big times, been drunk twice, smoked a bunch of tobacco, and it still hurts. I hate my body, I hate my mind, I hate my paranoid dellusion, why do I bother to wake up every morning to force myself to do stuff I don't like one bit? It doesn't make sense, not one small bit of sense, if I can't stand ( Read more... )

Oh lord, please guide my wayward soul, that it may remember the feelings, how it disliked the idea for such an act, please set it straight, I understand how powerful desire is, and I want it to end...