A Moth Who Got Himself Too Close To the Light.

[whitey4sale]

Endless energy lies in me for those types of exertions. I really wish I had something to say--I must write, though, for I have to listen to myself and hear the nothing that I have to say reverberate back at me in all its hollowness. A lack of solitude proves so stifling to the type of thought required for writing, that it seems I am in the

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Life is a bucket of chicken

[changejourenv]

Ay Garrett, I just signed on to this thing for the first time in 2 or 3 days. Garrett my old big lipped nigger Garrett, we are helpless, hopeless, trying to find that meaning of life, trying to find the words we want to say for the occasions we fear to experience (does that make sense? well it makes sense in my little world). I always think that I come home after being surrounded by people, and I sit, I sit alone and think: does my life really have much meaning? I can never find the damn answer...I guess the answer goes back to the outside and the inside...I personally find meaning in life whenever I talk to you about how great sad songs make me feel alive, and how stupid ranchero songs are funny and how i feel that life is fucking crazy, I feel that life has meaning when I get up in the morning go to class and I learn something new and something tha I enjoy. I dont know, I never think or believe what people like that say "men only become interesting when ...bla bla bla bullshit bitter bitch-angry negroes!...People are interesting