but her name is Brooke Ashley Daly. I wish she was not in Cali for school.

without a boundry, I roam alone to get lost. My attention flips and new realizations are formed. What is this so called life? I have some. You should have some too. Id say drink up, but your gonna think its alcohol. Ha. If only you knew that love is what your gonna experience. Just pack it all into the ball that I like to call perfection. Talk ( Read more... )

They say it changes people. What is it? I find myself set on a pedistal that I would not have expected to see or sit on. Somewhere that I believe only a few people come across. Names are whispered and reputations form quickly. Best friends come and go but my discrepencies only send shame. Those that love me fall many places in between. I keep them ( Read more... )

Walking down this path of truths, my mind wonders from tragedy to tragedy learning about the past and its roots. They seem oh so strong. One man's epitaph even recites a song. "Down here in my Sweet home Alabama is where I belong." I wonder if his casket is shaped like alabama? Anyway, It's creepy and dark outside. If you bury me, I would like 8 ( Read more... )

Its been aver a year since I turned 18. Many of my friends are older than me, so we are all adults. We can vote, buy porn, buy tobacco, be tried as an adult, ect.. I have noticed something else besides all of that legal bullshit. We have all become adult in our own way. Legality means nothing. Some of us decided to go to college. Some of us decided ( Read more... )

"Good name in man and woman,dear my lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls.
Who steals my purse steals trash. 'Tis something,
nothing;
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to
thousands.
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed."

-William

I have made way too many mistakes in the last 2 months. This really sucks.

I've got a case full of shotguns. Each one with thier own name and unique features. My most recent addition: Her name is Syleena. We went skeet shooting saturday night. If I can recall, we had no problem shooting down some clay discs. Each one had its own shade of care, hope, or trust. Im not sure if I should retire her or not. She's got marvelous ( Read more... )

since I dont really think its my place to tell you now, hopefully you get a chance to read this later. maybe not. Anyway, I dont know what else to do. Im done trying until some truth is recognized.

I lived my life based on what they may think. I tried to be around, work, and stay sane. It worked until I moved out. I live my life based on what they may think. I work or stay home in hopes that compassion returns again. Also, I did realise that I am not too fond of parties because I perfer one on one interactions.

Im sorry, I wish I had