-Well theres 6 days left ( Read more... )

"Hey. Adrian."
"Why did you call me that?"
"I don't even know."
"Haha. I do."

drink at 4 then go home to an empty house. or a house thats in the proces of emptying. tv peanut butter and a computer, the only things arounnd at a time Like this. REALLY FUCKING SUCKS MAN. AND THEY DONT EVEN SPEAK BACK TO YOU.

well the weekend is over. i was ready for it to be done. i accomplished a lot this weekend. i feel as if i did a months worth of living these past 4 days.i worked hard and devotingly, and i know that was recognised. party after party i showed up at work the next day on time. and for the last day was allowed to come in later yet still showed up ( Read more... )

knowing myself, shouldn't i be able to explain it. shouldnt i be able to at least give an answer rather than "i just am". it is true that i just am. im not sure why exactly why. but if i cant explain myself then how well do i really know myself. maybe it doesnt need reason. maybe it's just take it or leave it ( Read more... )

tonight my thoughts are scattered and meaningless. incapable of thinkign properly i would shoot a gun at random if i had one in my hands. no train of thought. its ambers have cooled only adding weight. still on the tracks i look at the scenery. its dark. i cant see a thing. not even in the imagination of my imagination.

i havent laughed like that in a long time. i have but, not with you. a nestalgic feeling over welmed me tonight.

tonight i saw not my buddy, but my friend. im not sure where he has been, but im hoping to see more of him.

the value of that paper is more than it seems. the colours and shapes on it are just a design. thats all.

well you know what. a friend shouldnt feel insecure around you. or feel they must rethink what they're about to say, not because it may be stupid because a friend shouldnt make one feel as if the are not worthy, but because they're analysing every posibility for the other to jump down their throat. and in saying what they want to say because it is ( Read more... )

you know what i love about a book?. the end. or the last maybe 15 or 20 pages. where it all either comes together or leaves you having to re-read the book. you know when you're nearing the end of the book. the writing changes. you can feel it in the pit of your stomach. its like you're waiting for that exciting moment and your stomach is turning ( Read more... )

an interesting week. unlike lunas. it was severly un productive. at most points. a fw things were productive. basically the job getting. and the painting i made for lorena. ill write the rest of what i have to say in the book.