young and alone

Sadness washed over me as I realized.
There's no one to talk to.

blogs.

i'm starting a new blog,
solely for the purpose of logging memories of the past.
maybe,
it's because in recording memories,
I hope i'll finally be able to look towards the future.
cliché.

or maybe,
that's not it at all.

P.S (literally)
here it is
http://movingforwardbylookingback.blogspot.com/

Life.

I think,
 I need to face the real world,
  Before I can get the most out of what i'm doing.

Shiver And Shake.

I don't love you,
because I can't love myself.

Comfortable Unstable.

I think,
the way that I love and hate everything equally,
is explained by a single situation.
the situation where i'm all alone and depressed at night,
it's not that I need someone to be with,
but I need someone to be near.

I love everyone for existing,
but hate them for interacting with me.

but yet again,
it's only when i'm in that mood,
you know the one.

as I sit here in the freezing cold, I keep imagining what it would be like to fall into the river.

Secrets.

in a notebook I was never supposed to read, I read "I hate all my best friends"
now, years later
that couldn't be more true.

Soul Search

I don't think i'm on the right path,
I need to figure out what the right path is.

somethings never change.

can't focus...
on anything.

school,
seems so pointless.

fuck. you.

operation kick Jason the fuck out of my house begins.

blog to blog

I hate being the only person who reads other peoples blogs.
because they'll specifically tailor the blog with that in mind.
so I either get mention specifically and talked to, or I don't get mentioned at all,
it just slightly annoys me.

the dreamy waltz.

i sleep all weekend, then never sleep during the week.
there has to be more to life than this.