February 2010
5 posts
Heart-Shaped Box
In honor of this holiday that reminds us all of that one thing we are all really searching for, I present to you an old photo of mine.
I forgot what I titled this, what the assignment theme was supposed to be… I shot this when I was a sophomore in high school. I don’t know where that box is or where any of the random assortment of contents have ended up. I don’t even know...
robdizzle:
I feel so alone right now
my dear brother, I wish you wouldn’t feel so alone. I love you.
A short story from 2005
found this on a Xanga post from March of 2005. I must have wrote it beforehand though because one of the comments on it was from my friend Anthony who said, “Everytime I read this story, it makes me sad.” So, I’m guessing he read it a few times before I had posted it. I don’t think I write like this anymore.
No Title.
Hush…You were dreaming. What did you see?...
Xanga
It’s official. I’ve tracked down all three of my Xanga accounts from high school up til I joined DEP for the Navy. The last entry I had ever made into this blogsite was through my account callmeserendipitous on Nov 17, 2008 after I moved back to Waukegan from El Paso. After that entry, I think I had forgotten all about it.
I was reading through all of them. Callmeserendipitous...
burried treasures
Upon searching for myself on Google, I came across a site of mine that I haven’t accessed since 2007. So I sifted through my old thoughts and I realize how much I miss my mind, the way I used to be able to write so freely and easily, how I used to always have my camera around my neck to take the photos that I did. But that was High School and this is now. Whatever took place between then and...
January 2010
2 posts
Proposition Revisited
I’m sick of feeling like I’m being ripped apart, dissected. Piece by piece, destroyed by probing minds simply because I can’t get a grasp on the inner workings of my own by myself anymore if I ever had before. Layer by layer, peeling away the years that have been buried away, hidden for reasons that I can’t fathom right now. But they’ve been pounding these past few...
Na-na,
I miss you, too.
“The truth is I go through my life trying to piece together the family I want, the one I didn’t get.”
Shiver - Maggie Stiefvater
You’re my family and I’m sorry I haven’t been able to be around. It kills me. I miss us.
I love you.
February 2009
4 posts
Let's face it.
I am not a social person. Never have been and never will be.
As many friends as I seem to have, how many of them do I talk to on a daily basis? Zero. Since not daily, how about regularly? Zero. Randomly? Five at most. I have become an almost solitary person. I get enough human interaction from my job to exhaust me for weeks at a time. I’m fine with being alone from the time I get home til I...
180045MAURY
Why does everyone on the Maury Show yell when they’re talking to the camera? Hellooooo, we can hear you.
It’s shows like this that show how parts of our society still fail at life.
January 2009
4 posts
...
I’m in so much pain. I don’t know if it’s a stomache virus that my dad gave me or if it’s a result of prescription. ugh. my entire body aches. It sucks. Hopefully this feeling goes away a little bit before I have to go to work. I need to get better. I havent worked out in about a week. this is not good.
So, travelling sucks.
I mean, I like getting to the places i want to go to. It’s just the process of getting there that sucks.
I was on time for my first plane. It was the plane that was late. The lady at the desk said that if I were to wait for it, I’d miss my connecting flight. So, she booked me a new flight with a new airline that was supposed to leave sooner.
I went to the new airline and they were...
Twenty~six Years...
I honestly don’t understand how any two people can stay together for that long. There are so many people in the world, how can anyone concentrate on just one person for forever with so many distractions and what-if’s?
I’ve never been in love and maybe that’s why I don’t understand it.
I'm still 19 and this song will forever apply
It’s not that I’m worried about losing anyone, it’s more like I’m so attatched to the idea of having people who already know me.
The process of meeting people is so tedious and repetitive. It’s the same start everytime: greets, semi awkwardness, then acquaintance. Sometimes it will progress into friendships. But time causes those relationships to fade. Sure,...
December 2008
4 posts
My reason for breathing is to change your life.
What other reason is there?
This is not at all what I was planning on writing....
I just want to be snowed in now. Just let the snow fall til it piles high, past the bottom window panes. Let me stay here til someone feels the need to dig me out. Better yet, let me just lay in the snow banks as the snow falls til I’m completely covered, til I’m so cold that I feel warm. It’s not that cold, not until heading back inside. I think I’d go and do that now if I...
A brand new day in the life that you hate...
I swear, this song will be stuck in my head forever.
If it makes you less sad I will die by your hand I hope you find out what you want I already know what I am And if it makes you less sad We’ll start talking again And you can tell me how vile I already know that I am I’ll grow old And start acting my age I’ll be a brand new day In a life that you hate A crown of...
i think i rambled away my anger.
I wish I could stifle the fury that beats feverishly through me. But this feeling is uncontrollable. It runs in the family, dormant in our blood. Isn’t it ironic, then, that this monster is constantly awakened only by family? It’s as if all our individual monsters cannot be kept tame in the presence of any other.
I am angry and empathetic all at once. It often feels as though...
November 2008
2 posts
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