December 31, 2004
December 22, 2004
Sleepless...again
December 21, 2004
I'm not sure...
December 17, 2004
There's always a time in your life where you're at the "what now?" point. I think I've hit it. Gladly I can say that I've found people that will help me through it. I just can't wrap my head around this lurking feeling. The one where you've done so much, but still feel like you haven't...you know.
- Julie
December 16, 2004
Leaving me...
December 13, 2004
What next?
We've spent the night wallowing in self-pity, so to speak. However, it was a night of discovery. What I thought I was doing really wasn't what I was doing at all. I've been going about things and doing things all wrong. Just when I thought I didn't know who cared about me and whom I cared about the most... It became obvious. The people who I care the most about and who care about me are right in front of my face. If you're reading this and questioning if you are one of those people, then you probably aren't. It sounds harsh, but if you have to question how much a person loves you are they must not mean that much to you. I think I've figured a few things out for now and I'll carry on my way... But the ever present question is with all the things I've said and all then things I've learned: what do I do now?
- J
December 07, 2004
The Writings on the Wall
It seems that I only seem to lay down my thoughts after a weekend of fun. Fun does not begin to describe it. There is an endless list of words that could, but at this moment I can only find phrases.
The writings on the wall went something like this:
"Friends don't let friends take ugly guys home". This is true, but just because "friends don't let friends take ugly guys home, did anyone ever say anything about creepy ones?" The thought was indefinitely playing on our minds, yet we all remained silent. Our actions were questionable, but cannot be called stupid because "people today become stupid by the people of tomorrow" and how can that ever happen when tomorrow never comes. Think about it... My life is becoming a storybook. The pages, however, are becoming deeper and deeper as they turn. My fingers are getting sore, "I'm so fucking hammered", I'm tired and am in need of some well deserved dreaming.
And those were the writings on the wall...

