between the lines.

Chapter 13, page 485. I read the page over and over in hopes that what is being described can be related to me in any sense. This is the first time I have been paranoid over a person's opinion of me, even if they're unaware of what they are saying and to whom.

Even in my …

between the lines.

Chapter 13, page 485. I read the page over and over in hopes that what is being described can be related to me in any sense. This is the first time I have been paranoid over a person's opinion of me, even if they're unaware of what they are saying and to whom.

Even in my …

one by one.

There's a road that encircles my entire city, and it is known for solitary trips when one is in need of escaping and getting lost in the music that you turn on, and your thoughts. I went on that drive this evening. It seems like the littlest things people do irk me. Or …

take a step back.

A good friend once told me that confusion and pain follow when you worry about society and aren't truly yourself.
Don't let the world silence you just because it doesn't like what you say. The only thing in this world that you'll ever come close to really understanding …

we are your friends.

So, added my RSS feed to my virb account, and now my posts will be appearing on there as well. A little bit skeptical about it, since I originally intended this (xanga) to be more of a private journal, but we'll see. A good friend of mine leaves for good on Thursday, …

joy.

You know, sometimes you have to keep some things to yourself. I was just told an amazing little bit of information from a close friend, and I want to tell the whole world! But at the same time, it's mine and mine alone to know. There's always a toss up.

I even had a …

ouch.

The pains in my chest are coming back. I have stayed in bed for the past two days downing all the dayquil/airborne/what ever else my home has to offer to take away the feeling. I took the last of my prescribed medication for it too. Sometimes I convince myself that I am …

language.

done.

Today I lost all faith in the human race.* Everything always ends up the same in the end. Everything.

the haps.

I am pretty sure that no matter what, boys (boys is still the correct wordage in this case too, considering I am almost at that age where they should be called men) are all the same. Or at least we all have the knack of finding the ones with similar mindsets on a …

harry potter mania!

Almost 100 pages in at 4am. I am trying to pace myself seeing as this is the final part of such a saga. Already I have cried. I have this emotional/mental attachment to the books and movies, I can't explain it. I find it hard to come across someone who doesn't enjoy …

opposite.

As soon as you stop wanting something, you get it. I find that extremely axiomatic. I am just going to stop trying at everything,  because it seems as though everytime I put my effort into something it falls flat, and vice versa. It kind of bums me out that nights where …

and that's when we'll explode.

I always get like this when I get back home from that city. I wallow in the fact that I am still stuck here and no where near being closer to living there. I come home to my room where you can't even see the floor, and empty cups fill the edges of my desk. I don't even …

There is now a map of my favorite country above my bed in hopes of bringing dreams of visiting it one day. Two more books were bought today as well. One an English/Icelandic dictionary, the other a textbook complete with tapes that will be on constantly in my car no …

get a move on.

I am seriously considering heading out to Pittsburgh to goto film school, yet again. I got another letter in the mail from them and I really need to get out of this town. For some reason the idea of being on my own, and not knowing anyone really appeals to me. We'll see.