November 2011
1 post
Just a fleeting thought, it may change.
The key to being happy is being completely oblivious. Why? Because if you don’t know, how can you care? It makes sense.
October 2011
2 posts
My Papa :)
He has dementia.
He knows our names and faces, but he gets us all jumbled up.
We’re all still in there somewhere. <3
OH CRAP.
Below, you will find a list of things that I’ve learned this past summer as well as early this fall.
- I’m pretty good at crossing rivers and fishing. I was one of two who caught a fish when my friends & I went fishing.
- Random adventures are the greatest.
- He was the perfect acquisition as a result of my lowered inhibition. I’m happy I met him. He made me aware of so...
September 2011
1 post
Things I've learned in the Sault so far...
Not all dogs are going to heaven.
Minute rice tastes like ass. Real rice is where it’s at.
This program is probably going to be easier than I’m making it out to be and a little harder than I think it’ll be. If that makes any sense.
May 2011
4 posts
round here
i sleep in my bed alone every night.
you’ve never been in it..
but i still miss your touch.
even though i probably shouldn’t…
to whom it may concern;
Of course I’m fucked. It’s because of people like you. People who were fucked even before I was. You probably called me names, which made me very self-conscious. You probably shot looks my way while you giggled with your friends off in the corner and it made my mind race, I always wondered what was wrong with me. You probably made plans with everyone in our group and...
April 2011
5 posts
Guilt.
You may have washed the blood from your hands, but it’s still on your conscience and I hope it eats away at you every single day for the rest of your petty existence… you are nothing and you know it.
words that rhyme.
— I wrote this a while ago, when I was feeling all sad and alone in my home…
Home home isn’t a place where you reside. it’s not where your parents say the door is always open. it’s not where your from, where you hang your jacket or take off your boots. it’s not where you recognize all the faces and know all the secret places. home isn’t where you crawl in...
6am
— walked home in the snow. I’d do it again, minus the wind.
March 2011
6 posts
The best songs ever.
… and in no particular order, mind you.
Let It Be - The Beatles
David Bowie and Queen - Under Pressure
Jonsi - Go Do
Paradise City - Guns N’ Roses
Sweet Child of Mine - Guns N’ Roses
… I may add to this later. :)
this is morning.
Bitter and helpless and hopeless and scared and empty and lonely and alone. Bitter and helpless and hopeless and scared and empty and lonely and alone. Bitter and helpless and hopeless and scared and empty and lonely and alone. These are the things I have become. Bitter and helpless and hopeless and scared and empty and lonely and alone. Bitter and helpless and hopeless and scared and empty and...
things
You have become everything they want you to be and they praise you for it. It’s getting to your head.
I used to think there was still a few good people in this world, but as of late the actions of some people has left me wondering.
Even people who are supposed to help people have me wondering. No compassion, no understanding. Just grabbing and cussing.
After everything that’s...
yesterday
My friend and I went for a ride and I noticed these two birds… they’re always in the same spot and they fly the same way. When we’re headed out of town, they come out from the right side of the road… and they glide for a bit down the road, then sort of ease on to the left side and I don’t know where they go once you can’t see them over the tree line anymore. I...
hahahha. i SO had to document this.
DS: stupid gord nicholls keeps running away from me
ME: tell him you wanna suck it hahahhahah
February 2011
3 posts
i've come to the realization that..
Dogs are like babies… or are babies like dogs? Who comes first? I don’t know.
My brother has a puppy. It stays in our house sometimes. He was cute when all he did was sleep, but now he’s turned into this vicious little asshole that tore a hole in a pair of pajama pants I got for Christmas! He even tore a hole in a pair of my friends, her hole was bigger than mine.
He gets into...
January 2011
5 posts
things i'm not good at.
being good.
not listening.
baking.
There’s probably more… I’m pretty sure me not being good at being good, thus making me bad may be a good thing. I’m not sure.
December 2010
1 post
sticks and stones
I know some people going through some hard times right now… I’m not going to name names, but the other day was just… wow. I guess life deals us all some pretty shitty cards sometimes and I don’t like seeing people I care for hurting and feeling helpless or hopeless or empty because I’m all too familiar with those feelings… so.. this is for them; not the...
tonight...
I thought about taking all my pictures down.
I thought about writing you a letter.
I thought about mailing it to you just before I’d kill myself.
I think I’ll just stay here and make you completely miserable.
I’ll return the favor you’ve so graciously done for me.
November 2010
7 posts
“You’re the strangest person I ever met, she said, I said you too, we decided...”
– Brian Andreas (via quotewhore)
fleeting thoughts
I know of a man who makes me sick. It’s sick to say that I want to punch his dick and cut out his tongue so he can’t hurt anyone and lie about it again, but what he did is sick too. We both have sick and perverse thoughts, but what makes us different is I will never sink to his level.
I have the strangest dreams of people I don’t know. I don’t even know how I found out...
This is real life, dumbass...
You don’t get points for stealing cars.
You don’t get points for how many drug deals you’ve made.
You don’t get points for how many people you injure.
You don’t get points for how many people you kill.
You don’t get points for how many places you break in to.
You don’t get 5 stars when you have police surrounding you.
There is no high score.
Every...
October 2010
3 posts
I wonder what made her so sad... →
I heard about this on the news and it kind of made me want to cry…
sometimes...
I remember the things you said and how you said them and your voice and your laugh and smile… and I try not to cry…
September 2010
6 posts
september
i saw you make your journey down
i knew the change in flow
i felt the cold coarsing through your veins
and knew you were letting go
i saw you coming down that day
gently on the breeze
riding on a downward spiral
in between the trees
i saw you rolling, down and out
you didn’t make a sound.
it was a pretty sight to see,
your journey to the ground
thought of the day.
You can not assume anyone did anything to you. They either did or they did not.
hehe.
Until you grow tits, you will never know how good it really feels to take off a bra.
story of my life.
— Acquiring illnesses to add to my medical chart.
August 2010
1 post
overthinking?
I was looking at some pictures of someone I used to know. She’s been to a place I have. It’s kind of freaky… how I was looking at these still frames of her… sitting at the same table we were sat at. Breathed the same air we breathed, sat in the same chair as someone in our party was, maybe even talked to the same server we talked to. We sat, ate, conversed and...
July 2010
5 posts
uninspired. undesired. unrequired.
Unrequired was underlined in red, so I guess it’s not a word. To me it is.
It means I feel useless.
The second — undesired. It means I feel not wanted.
The last, the one on the left. It means I have no drive.
With that being said… I’m stuck where I am.
makers and breakers.
Today I tore up an old journal because I was tired of reading over the series of events that comprised the story of my life. I swear… tearing shit up is the most therapeutic thing ever.
I read some entries and after reading them… I thought:
We’re all artists. Sculptors. Moulders of young impressionable minds and old alike.
We’re works of art. Masterpieces and...
this is nothing.
Prepare for the worst but hope for the best.
i absolutely have to remember this...
kake (sn) says: a pretty girl can change any situation.
ajmr. ('.') says: lol
ajmr. ('.') says: i like that.
kake (sn) says: i speak in poetry after midnight.
add this to the list of things i hate.
I hate how my mother always has these good ideas for kids but she never had them for my siblings and I when we were kids.
I was never introduced to sports or pow-wow dancing. I was always the fat quiet loser in the corner. All I’m good at is having a good time… with friends… and alcohol. I have no passions… except for pissing people off, writing, creating things and...