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Wednesday, August 24, 2011

I hate drifting apart from someone. When one day you're so close to them and the next it's like you barely know each other. Sometimes it's good to have someone there for you, to tell everything too and be yourself around. It just sucks when that person leaves and you no longer have that comfort. I'm not saying it's good to let someone control your emotions but having someone you know will make you happy is always nice. At the time it doesn't cross your mind that the one person making you happy could leave and be the source of your pain. I wish some people came with a warning sign but that would ruin all the joy of heartbreak I suppose. I feel like i'm somewhat bitter now. I ignore people, i'm rude, but it's honestly because I don't feel anything. I feel nothing in my heart for anyone/anything. I'm happy and I enjoy living each day but I could go days by myself without seeing anyone else and I'd still be happy. I feel like no one can fulfill any of my emotional needs anymore, but at the same time I don't mind. I know it's not good to always be alone but for some reason it's what I love best. Being by myself and letting my mind talk is much more interesting than sitting with a group of people hearing them speak, for me. I'm not even sad or angry or anything. I'm just worried by how content I am with the fact that I love being alone.

Sunday, August 21, 2011




I love this city.

How to roll a blunt

Sunday, August 7, 2011



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Monday, August 1, 2011

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Tuesday, July 19, 2011


Sometimes the person we most want is just beyond our grasp, could it be that we only want them because we know they are out of our reach? And when they do come to us, we have moved on, and then its their turn to want what they could have had. . Maybe we cant always have the one we want, but, we can all want to have. . Wanting and pining sometimes bring us some kind of perverse pleasure. Why can’t we just use that passion to seek not for what we can’t have but to find the one that is waiting for us? Love always has a way of striking us blind, you’d think we’d learn but we fall for it every time.