I'm fairly certain this journal has run its course, that I've done what I wanted to do with it. Most of it is just the ramblings of a depressive personality, something I'm not happy with ( Read more... )

I am listening to The Stone Roses, the best pop act ever conceived since The Cure, and there is a thunderstorm outside.

The only way my life can get better right now is by thinking of you. So I think I will.

This is a mystery not to be solved, but be like minded.

I'm gone.

See: You were never really real to begin with.I remember it like it was yesterday ( Read more... )

I can't even believe you ( Read more... )

It hit me like a ton of bricks the first time, but I shrugged it off ( Read more... )

It was your shoulder length hair that caught my eye.

That, and the way you didn't care. You didn't care.You were throwing your head back and grasping your hair by the handfuls as you spastically owned the dance floor. It takes someone like you in the sea of faceless clones to make me pay attention ( Read more... )

When I drove into the parking lot today, you were standing next to a beat up Dodge Ram ( Read more... )

The first time I saw you was last week Tuesday ( Read more... )

I just got back from eating dinner alone in a restaurant, and it was quite an experience. It made me want to change the format of this "blog ( Read more... )

There are certain nights, where you realize what matters to you ( Read more... )