December 2011
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April 2010
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February 2010
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I stare at paper for hours at a time.
Itchy fingers need to write yet lacks vocabulary to make speech worthy.
July 2009
2 posts
“We do not see things as they are, we see them as we are.”
– Anais Nin
A Stumble, Crash, and Burn Down Memory Lane.
I’m staying in a room that i haven’t slept in for years. High school was marked by me moving downstairs to the basement and getting farther away from my parents. I got more space, a bigger bed, and the ability to do whatever the hell i wanted with my own floor of the house. Middle school had me living in the two small rooms upstairs connected by a door. I got the front half of the...
June 2009
4 posts
"People are never more insecure than when they...
I’m worried about my class. I want to do so well but its so intimidating that i’m scared that i’m going to fuck up. I filmed the majority of the doc today. I’ve been asked several times what its about and this is what i keep just cutting and pasting:
i’m doing a story on a mother and daughter that both work on the same floor at the school of communications building....
March 2009
15 posts
Fly Like Paper Get High Like Planes.
Gah. today was such a roller coaster, mais it ended oh a prety high note. UNTIL shit came raining down. i sometimes like to consider myself a writer, so what a better way to try to drain my head from all the sewage? i hate negativity, so when i get a dose of it, it tends to bring me down real fast. i don’t really have a lot of confidence in myself concerning certain situations, so praying...
hey god, i'm not here on my own.
i don’t want to go back. i don’t want to go back. i don’t want to go back.
i’m not ready. i can’t handle it.
i’m drowning again.
"Girls You Don't Want to Date" →
sooooo funny.
Tickle Me Red : Say Anything
now we’re...
Jnsp.
I have no clue what to do with this. i feel like i should make this into something at least somewhat interesting so i have something to actual work on.
“To be pleased with one’s limits is a wretched state.”
– Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“I’d rather be ashes than dust.”
Shhh.
i secretly wish i could be half as artistic as some of my friends. the jealousy is overwhelming and i feel like green is tattooed on my skin when i’m around them. photography, scupture, painting, music. just the ability to create something beautiful keeps me slack jawed and awed. i wish i was a better writer. that my words and such flowed in a much more elegant way. i’m not as eloquent...
“What I Got” MIA I was bored I need a...