Eh, life is strange. Can I get some prozac?

So I'm bored out of my mind and going crazy about silly things. I think sometimes people let insecurity get in the way of important things. When I say people I mean me. Now I'm having dreams of running into people on the street and them wondering what the hell happened. Well I wonder too.

She's suddenly beautiful, we all want something beautiful.

So I wanted to post but I realized I have nothing to say.

I went to the movies last night, it was scary. Just ask Mike and Greg. So bored, I should clean. my life is dull. Oh well.

Correction, ear, life is a pain in the ear.

I'm sick. Life is a pain in the throat.

Ah where to start. I'm pretty much over the boy I wrote the poem about. I knew it wouldn't be long. I'm not sure what my problem is with intamcy and comitment. Hopefully someday it will work out. So, I haven't been able to get any work done all weekend. Which sucks ass. Cus I have tons of work to do ( Read more... )

So I'm an emotional retard. Many of you already know this. Hey, atleast I'm not in denile. Let us just say that my best coping skill is running. So, this is the poem I wrote a few hours after I ran. Hope you like it, actually no I don't. I don't give a poo if you do or not ( Read more... )

Recently some one made me feel like a really bad person. They told me I was mean. They probably didn't understand what that meant to me. Growing up I always had this innate feeling that I was good. That no matter what I'd get through it becuase I was a good person. But, thanks to my recent boy issues and being told I'm mean and accidentally ( Read more... )

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don’t speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad.

When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

I'm sorry if I offended any of you. I realize that some of you don't even know me any more. And I'm sure that you don't understand what's going on. I prefer if you'd just let me deal the way I deal. If it bothers you than just don't talk to me anymore. I've done enough feeling guilty for not following my heart and I'm no longer doing that. ( Read more... )