Life is a highway, Rascal Flats? I think not.

Try a winding road that terminates into a small cove.

Contrary to popular belief, I'm not a masochist, really.

I feel so good after working out. It's lovely.

Emotionally, not so good, but definitely working on out. Dr. Phil, come to my aid!

This time I hadn't even been drinking or smoking ( Read more... )

Oh, Celine ( Read more... )

Confusion, ambivalence, apathy--these were the things inside Pandora's box.

As I look back on my past few entries, they are all relatively depressing and angsty. Maybe that will all change now. I can only hope for the best and move forward.

These things happen, and hopefully only once.

Wow...Amazing how one night can change so much. This was a night of discovery on several levels and the subsequent afternoon found itself in the same category ( Read more... )

I'm finished. I'm soooo mad right now, I don't even know what to do. This isn't worth it, and it's not because it didn't seem amazing. It's because I'm slowly beginning to see that it was all a facade. End.

P.S. She's a bitch. A real bitch.

I'm so completely and utterly lost right now. Not because of some serious, existential funk. I'm pretty sure that I know who I am, or at least I think I'm on the right path for figuring it out. No, it's because everything, or I should so the only thing, that I've really, ever come to rely on has been violently thrown into a mist of doubt. This ( Read more... )