October 2008
6 posts
September 2008
9 posts
thursday, thursday, thursday, thursday,...
I just don’t know what to do anymore. I guess I’m not as lonely as I feel, but it’s the environment and aspects of my day that puts me into that melancholy situation. I wish I could fix everything with a big “sorry” bandaide, but that’s only skimming on the surface of the wound. A wound that is much deeper than the epidermis, the skin.
I guess, it’s...
self realization
Ah, I’ve achieved a feat greater than Columbus discovering the new world.
I’ve found myself. Or at least, I’m finding parts to myself after I became a great wreck after a disastrous storm.
So, Monday in Journ2, Brown threw us a prompt, “I’m okay where I am at right now, but I really wish I were…”
For a moment, I sat there; should I say what I really...
melt my heart to stone, niggs.
Hands down, I can slap Gabe Bondoc, Usher, Alicia Keys, Corinne Bailey Rae, Adele, Ingrid Michaelson, Jason Mraz, John Mayer, Summer Breeze, Maroon 5, Amel Larriux, (and ironically, this list is longer than I expected) any day. Then you gotta have that chill, underground hip hop, and the bay slaps, and the acoustics, and the feel good oldies, and the blood pumping alternative, and . . shit I miss...
i am just a sad, mad little girl
that wants to punch everyone in the face.
I’m near a breaking point. Depression appears to be eating at me more and more each day, and mood swings are more frequent than ever. I don’t know if I want to laugh till I cry, or cry till I can’t find the ability to smile. I’m angry, and disappointed, and vulnerable.
And the sad thing is. . every one that I thought I could...
Damn, I'm repressing again.
So, yeah thought I fucked up in English.
Ohp no, 128/138. Highest so far. .
Ohp, A+ on that ALG2TRIG test. .
But why the fuck do I feel frustrated. I want my chocolate cake right now.
“Love doesn’t make the world go around. Love is what makes the ride...”
– Franklin F. Jones 