Oooohhhh. I molest this phrase with exceeding frequency, in my mind. I can’t believe how powerful music can be to me sometimes; and mostly when I turn a deaf ear to all sounds. Except the city whipping by me at… Continue Reading →
so I logged into that crush thing to see who had/has a crush on me. And that is 6 people. huh. I figured my shit wasn’t too well read, though. I have been inspired by a book by Fernando Pessoa,… Continue Reading →
Do you ever think you’re the only one that gets it, the only one who has real eyes to see, the only one who can feel the hurt that burn and cuts like a knife? I think most people are… Continue Reading →
So I decided to stop writing those pathetic little give-ins anywhere anymore. Things have a way of manifesting when you put all of your thoughts and energies into them. So I have decided not to give in to the obvious… Continue Reading →
So I was speaking to a good friend of mine about how he refuses to read my journal entries simply because I should be able to tell him what is going on in my life, without him having to read… Continue Reading →
Now, I have been known to have some pretty decent conversations while intoxicated or messed up, but I have never really drunk dialed at all. That is, except for last night. I am one of those squishy drunks that tends… Continue Reading →
My imagination is over-active, and this is the most apparent in my sleep state (very close to the waking point). I have had dreams of violence, murder, mayhem, and just death since I was no less than 5. When I… Continue Reading →
So as we were walking by F’s old job yesterday, I coaxed him into going in, you know, just to see. I didn’t think that he would be capable of paying the rent on my place alone unless he got… Continue Reading →
This of the tattoo. When it is irritated or you get bitten in the area surrounding the tattoo, it will often raise, or become dimensional. To the touch. These are the kinds of feelings I have been having lately. Somehow… Continue Reading →
It seems that treacherous term “alcoholic” has taken a new front-seat to the people around me. I myself never understood it too much, that disregard for personal responsibility, and even more so, control to a substance or substances that take… Continue Reading →
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