It's there waiting. I can always feel it. Like my brain has the answer, it has something important. There's some grand golden truth just inches away from my thought process
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Do you care? Does it matter? Is there a point in counting? I don't think you even understand about the birthday thing. I know I thought that. Did you get it
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I don't intend to write this to attack anyone. I am simply posting on feelings that have existed for a while, and in what I feel is defense of my character on a hurricane of upsetness that could occur
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In case you are reading this journal and are unaware, I now have a cell phone. 715-456-4450. Let me know yours if I may not have yours
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Coming home is always a reminder of how bad things can get. I think sometimes when I live in my playland at school, I forget why I'm working hard. Seeing what I see when I come home, I'll never understand people who aren't thinking about the future.
It's all I see, and I see how dark it could theoretically get.