January 2009
7 posts
Sometimes I’m inspired. Not to go out and paint the next Mona Lisa, or write a book, but to just do something for me. To do something that’ll truly make me happy. And that’s why I’ve decided to create a bucket list. A list of things I’d like to do before I die. Here goes nothing.
Tell someone exactly how I feel.
Dye my hair an outrageous color.
Get in a car and...
I feel like I’m stuck. Stuck in a place where I don’t belong. I’m not necessarily saying that I belong somewhere far, far away, just somewhere different. I don’t want to live in a dictatorship. I want to live somewhere where I have choices. I want to make difficult decisions. I want responsibility.
Sometimes, I’d like to stop breathing, just for an instant. To...
i’m fucking done, with everything.
I don’t understand what goes through your head. I thought that we finally settled things, and put the past behind us. I thought that we agreed to be civil toward one-anoter. So why am I finding out that you’re always saying things about me behind my back, when you haven’t even talked to me face to face in over six months. Don’t you think that you don’t really know...
Today I left school early. I felt like shit and I really didn’t feel like blowing chunks all over my unsuspecting classmates in my E period Economics class. I ended up going home and yacking my stomach out. It’s starting to become a pretty normal routine, feeling like shit, and then just puking it up, and somehow feeling much better than before. I hope it doesn’t come...