I have another blog that I write in from time to time since Livejournal is so passe. Still I find myself coming here; maybe because I want that blog to be unpolluted by emotional bullshit. I don't think one single person reads this anymore and that's fine by me since I don't want/care if anyone knows. I'

"I watched you while you were sleeping and you looked completely at peace. I wish I could feel that. I wish I could close my eyes and feel at peace. But I can't. I can't feel anything if I'm not with you, and even then all I can do is want something that I don't think I can ever have, at least not now. So I left this, and my peace, with you."

A friend once said "you're 19. The only things you should be concerned with are partying and Morrisey." I'm 22 now, but maybe this time, I'll listen.

So I keep laughing because if I don't I'm gonna start crying and once I get started I know there will be enough tears shed to drown me and I'm trying not to die before I get through this.

Is it possible I will never meet anyone who finds this surly demeanor charming, the dark circles under my eyes sexy, the prospect of another girl unappealing?

The outlook my friends, isn't good.

I don't actually have the time to update but if you listen to pedro the lion's options, you'll know exactly how I've been.

I'm going to start updating this bastard.

all I'm thinking is, "ever want to punch that which you love? ever wonder why you've been putting up with that which you hate? well you might know where I'm coming from then."

why do i keep oversleeping and missing my classes which are very important that i go to ( Read more... )

It's safe to say I've never felt this bad in my entire life.