I think maybe all of my strife was because I really wanted to get away from her.

She is the fucking anti-christ after all.

Theres nothing left to say anyway.

Moving on without you.

Everything that mattered doesn't matter anymore.  It took just one word, and it stopped.

Something bad is going to happen.

I know where, I know when, and I know exactly what it is.

But I can't do a goddamn thing about it.

The past week has been insane.  Nothing particulary different than usual, just an excess of it ( Read more... )

Things are looking up.

I finally have much to look forward to.

Everything changed today ( Read more... )

This is a letter to two very special people in my life that I probably will never see again.

Dear Tiff,
You're one of the best friends I have ever had.  I left Donnie Darko in Moon's truck because it is yours. I gave it to you.  Plus, I feel that you shouldn't suffer that much because this honestly has almost nothing to do with you.  I love you, in ( Read more... )

Almost time to go.

I'll see you guys in a couple of months.

It's the morning of my last day.  My last day of life as I know it.  I have already written something on the subject in my "real" journal, and I would post it here, but it is mostly incoherent ranting and I know most of you fuckers wouldn't read the entire thing or understand it.

Time's almost up, think of everything we've accomplished!  I have ( Read more... )

I have been fucked up for about a month straight now.  Be sober now allows me to reflect on the events that have taken place ( Read more... )

I leave in twelve days.

TWELVE DAYS.  I feel like I have terminal cancer.

YOU ONLY HAVE TWELVE DAYS TO LIVE.

I know it's not gonna be that bad, but this is a complete life over-haul!  I mean, what the fuck is going on?

Jacob and I had an awesome day a few days ago.  I'm pretty sure that we've had an awesome week, but we can't remember most of it ( ( Read more... )