I am in love for the first time in my life. I've never felt like this before. I've never been this happy. It is a feeling such that it warms everything, it melts stress and fear and exhaustion and boredom, it smoothes rough edges and clears haze. I love him! I could spend the rest of my life with him. I've dated my fair share of boys and I've slept ( Read more... )

I would like to say that I am impressed with my randomly-added friends. Many of you are fantastic writers and have very interesting journals! I'm sorry that I have not left many comments. I will try to get better at that, and I will try especially hard to read and comment on your journal if you are reading and commenting on mine.

My best friend is a boy who I met on livejournal and have yet to meet in person. I hate confessing this; it makes me feel very nerdy, and I must hasten to add that I do in fact have a real life and many real life friends. I have never tried very hard to live via the internet, with the exception of some blogging, and so having a good internet friend ( Read more... )

I was the one who spiked the punch at senior prom.

In February I was finally arrested for shoplifting after several years and several thousand dollars worth of liberated merchandise. I had to ask myself then why I was a shoplifter, and if I could morally justify my actions. I came to the conclusion that stealing is not so bad if done for the right reasons (after all, who finds fault with robinhood ( Read more... )

I have an imaginary friend. His name is Elijah. He is tall and thin, with dark hair and dark eyes and fair skin and thin lips and melodic voice. I created him to fit with some idea of beauty which I held when I was thirteen or fourteen, this being the age when I forced him into existence by way of writing him into a story. He was only ever meant ( Read more... )

I am generally vegan. This means that I buy and cook all of my own non-meat, non-dairy, non-egg foods.

However, I will very often secretly eat non-vegan foods which are left in community fridges.

My will is weak and my character is perverse.

So, guard your cheese.

When I was in elementary school I had a pair of pet birds. I kept them in a small cage which I rarely cleaned and which gave them space to fly only a foot in any direction. I was not a dutiful pet-owner. This is not to say that I didn't care about my birds, but I was often too lazy to let my limited amount of concern move me to do things which ( Read more... )

I have randomly added as many users as possible and if you are here then it means you were curious as to why I added you and are possibly interested in reading what I have to say.

I need you because I have secrets to tell.

I cannot keep these things to myself anymore.

...often vile, often surreal, and sometimes pleasant but in a sort of way that I know will eventually drain my humanity. I am sometimes less a person in this place than I am an object of desire, or a pre-packaged look, or a pretentious fool; less myself than a stranger who I find abhorrent in her materialism and prescribed gender-role. I expect ( Read more... )