Little Whip: You are correct in all areas. I know this. I don't have any pot, contrary to popular belief, and I haven't had any for probably two weeks or so. I still occasionally get high with friends, but alas I am at the mercy of others right now with that! I just want every one to remember that what you're reading here is what I choose to let you know about me. Take it all with a grain of salt. Of course that doesn't mean
Listen, Dharma, I understand you're not going to respond. You don't even know me. How can you say what is and is not normal? I've been this way my entire life. This is normal. The ups and downs. The extremes. Everything about it has been everything about me for all of my life, and there's been no other way. Without the downs I can't enjoy the ups. Without the ups I'd never make it through the downs. There's never been
I had a pretty good weekend. I left this morning with the sunrise. I haven't seen the sunrise in a few years now and it's pretty much the only thing I miss about big time partying. I guess I miss that about dating too. Joe spent the night Friday night. Nothing to report, i probably snored or something totally embarrassing like that. He's a good guy.
Oh please, how am I possibly scary? Wouldn't you be frickin excited if you were going to get a hugely substantial amount of money after being completely broke for a month? Put yourself in my shoes.
I know that if I can just make it through these next few days, everything will be all right. I know that. I also know these next few days are going to be sooooooo hella hard, and I know that because these last few days have been so unimaginably hard. I was able to get through them because I thought they were going to be the last, I kept telling myself, "it's okay if y
Dharma, your email link didn't work for me, it just took me to yahoo. ~Anne.
I agree with you, Myrrander, and of course Silver for saying stupid men. Another insightful.
I'm so sad and I can't stop crying. I'm sooo broke and there's nothing I can do about it. I mean, up until now I've at least had change so I could do my laundry when I need to. I don't have any food except dried noodles for soup, salad dressing and salad topping stuff. I don't have any water, and the Morris water gives me diarrhea since I'm not used to it s
So I'm feeling pretty lucky. I'm about out of pot, and yet I have some friends that want to smoke with me often, and don't mind that I don't have it (of course I've smoked my pot with them, no problem). And also my friend Kris shares cigarettes with me, like all the time, so when I get my moolah I'm going to reward her with a new pack!!! MONEY! And it's coming so soon
I never remembered crap about my childhood before, just the HUGE events. Christ, I can barely remember any of my friends throughout all of elementary and middle school. But this music is bringing it all back, and it's all coming so strong it's like flashbacks. I'm getting a rush of adrenaline from remembering. THIS IS AWESOME!!!! <B
Things are really changing around here, in my life. A lot of things are happening. I've been changing, changing, changing and everything is in the process right now. I know that things are changing, I can feel it, I can see it. I'm not sure, but it might be wonderful. "Was it come as a surprise to think that I was so naive? Maybe didn't mean that much but it
I've got a good feeling in my stomach. I'm looking at things like they haven't been seen in ages. But I'm lonely, lonely, lonely, looking for a little romance... Looking for a little love... It's the perfect time of year and I'm seeing it with these new eyes. But it is so beautiful to me, everything is so beautiful to me, and I hate that I
I am without love, but not in the whole sense... Just that one love that everyone parades around and brags about and is just all cutesy and shit about. I have friends and family and all of that stuff, and sure they care about me, but there's this big gaping hole in me that had been filled for so long, and now I feel like I've finally emptied it, and it sucks, y
You know what's sad is that people actually think that they have to be normal. I say fuck norms. ~A.
Don't you feel like that sometimes? I do. So tonight a friend from my hometown (who moved fairly near where I go to school) called me tonight, and we're talking, and then she mentions something about someone saying that I picked up a really bad drug habit, or something along those lines, like, hard drug habit or what was it, that I'm really into hard
Well, do you smoke pot? That can do miracles. ~Me
I think it's out of my hands. I feel like a victim of life... I feel like I'm that example. You know, the one who couldn't pull it all together, and anyway I don't know where to start and really don't care anymore if I DID end up pulling it all together. The world would have to change with me.
This isn't going to be a really whiny blog. It's more of an observation sheet. :) I've noticed how people don't listen to me. It happens a lot. Someone will be talking to me, and oftentimes when I attempt at replying, in a moment of silence when I'm clearly supposed to reply, and I start to reply, they interrupt me and change the subje
If you could only see what love has made of me, then I'd no longer be the difficult kind. And you would know what's in this heart. My friends Aaron and Reed were in my room for a little bit last night. Aaron left a note on my door asking whether he left his wallet in here or not. I've been in a weird-ass, emotional, yet detached mood all day, and I
I don't know and I don't care if I ever will see you again... And it comes to mind that as soon as I say that I think the opposite, and I feel so vengeful. Wish for a perfect setting? Wishing that I am letting you take me where you want me all over again? You can't give yourself absolutely to someone else. Anyone else. And I'm angr
I don't know if I am. I prefer to think I'm trudging. I'm making my way through an impossible life. I don't want to kill myself, and I think right now that's all that's really important to me. Depression? Meh, I can deal with that. Been there, done there, got through it all right. Being suicidal is a whole different ball game, and I'm not there. I'm not going there.
It's fall. Everything is so much more beautiful around me outside right now than ever before... It's like my eyes are seeing for the first time, except it's almost as if I'm looking on to the set of a Tim Burton movie. Which means everything has an almost over-real quality to it. This, I assume, is due both to the fact that I am stoned, and because I'm under
No, you're right, that isn't an indication of that at all. But does she have time to listen? Does anyone really have the time, or the patience, to listen? That'll be the true indicator of things.
I live the life that I created in dreams. Seems strange, doesn't it? I mean, there's hardly a thing in my life right now that I wouldn't have dreamed of having when I was younger, except for the fact that I'm fuckin fat. But even the issues surrounding that would have been so chic for me. I was a twisted kid. I was depressed in my formative years, an
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