college kids are depressed.  or overwhelmingly tired.  i s’pose i should really update this at some point. except…sadly, i’ve given in and let myself become censored…the idea of certain people reading this, bothers me.   when did i change?  i don’t like this.  sometimes, i miss who i used to be.  just sometimes.

due time for some more ramblings. nothing special. A sort of writer’s block, lately, except its more of an emotional block than anything else.  Any sort of passion or compassion has been….on hold, or something.  Busying myself with other means, I suppose.  Funny how people get tired of being in those funk moods all theContinue reading

ambiguous poetry. and other things i hate. Run.  Or stay.  It’s the same, either way. My circle is yours is mine is ours. My feet ran into you, running from me, chasing me, away from us.  Chasing me, chasing us, from ourselves. our problem is that you think I mean you when I mean meContinue reading

What if I really was made for something more.  more than this in and out of people’s lives trying to change them. I can’t change them, people tell me. I can’t change myself, actually.  Or…maybe i simply don’t want to.  But I also don’t want to just let them change me.  And conform.  Shannon saidContinue reading

although music is great, its not music anymore when you’re stuck behind the constraints of aspiring creativity and little talent.  but then again, your talent can be someone else’s genius.  who’s to judge. 

dancing girls? It’s amazing how much parents try to protect their children from things.  Sometimes, I don’t think mine will ever let me grow up.  Now I know my father is often the playful manly type in the sense that sometimes I’ll find nudity purchases off of pay per view…and who could forget finding lastContinue reading

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