I think ( Read more... )

I've realized that I appoint myself to correct other people's lives because I feel like I can't fix my own.

Damn.

I know. I never write anymore.

I just...oh God. I just hurt. And it's my own fault. I just want something so badly that I'll do what I can to convince myself I have it and go on living like I'm the happiest person I know.

The irony is ridiculous.

I just want to be happy. I want to be inspired.

Destructive. That's the word Ken used. I am being destructive ( Read more... )

You Have a Choleric Temperament
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500 question quiz taken from Dylan. Rainy days are glorious.

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Today in class, my professor read aloud an excerpt from Plato's Symposium that he had wanted read at his wedding. Sitting there, listening to the passage, I wanted to cry. I fell apart, right there in class ( Read more... )

I feel incredibly inadequate.

1.Honestly, are you happy right now ( Read more... )

There came a point in our lives when we questioned the validity of our feelings and our own abilities to act on them ( Read more... )