I'm Craving things I'm not going to partake in anymore & I got reayy drunk off Tequila & cheated..... I don't have any either so it's turning out to be really annoying at the moment.
But yeah, I start yellow mod tomorrow, I have to go to work in an hour & a half, & I got to skate last night... along with having a 'sonic party' but ended up getting really drunk, as mentioned above,
Love you all, as I feel this changing This yearning, the forever, the amazing This feeling is one of awakening. Finally, my destiny awaits.
xOMGWTF BBQ?!?!?!?!?!!?!?! NO ONE every really goes through random profiles anymore.... DOes vf have a mobile app? THat just seems weird to me though...........
Besides that^ I had typed a whole bunch and it just got ALL lost!!!! I'm not doing it again.... I don't know when I'm every going to get another VF Journal Post in again!!!!!
Do you think it's sensible to dislike the, "dragging-out" of a dependent existence? There's a thousand other things to do, productive things, and there was time wasted argueing. I am the only one who is going to be there for me. No One is ever going to be able to change me. So, If giving advice would be an act of trying to change someone. It must be redundant of me to expect anything else in reaction to advice. Why do I usually have a perception of someone else, rather than myself...............
I feel I need to finish killing this current state and rising from the ashes into divinity. Hopes are to attain and the truth is the cold fact. People can't always respect that. The Stains, I have lain, on The Parchment of Life, will always be plain. Careless, an "obstruction" of the meaning of Mine Marks. I haven't a clue even where it starts.
Careless, letting people write their marks on mine & my marks on thine. Soaked with ink from the ocean of motion of trine. It stains my fingers and gets everywhere. Lite it to flame, maybe. possibly, it could be fine. For a second. It cold all be fucked again.
blahblahblah. Do I really Care? Usually if it's mutual & positive. Productivity is what I srive for an extra incentive. Must I be alone more? Discipline what is sensitive.
FInd a sleep schedual & grow up!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ...................................
I'm about to burst, in a thousand good ways.
too lazy too proof read Mood: relentlessly agitated, lethargic, confused Music: Head like a hole-NIN
Do you see? See everything that resides in me. Can you see what discipline I've gained? Can you see the mistakes I've contemplated.
Of course not, you go as I, in a world belonging to thou. The raindrops are trickling snowflakes beginning to shroud. Every & all is still, so shrill but not the slightest sound. Like a game of The Fox & The Hound.
Do we speak in the terms of our body? Do we hide and keep politly to ourselves or let the world have the pain back? Is it really pain? Can't we all live in vain? We absorbe in ourselves, do we notice anything else?
And anything to escape is a killing race. Who's the one to keep a steady pace? The one that is free of a sullen face. This story is going WAY outta place.
SO, thanks for maybe listening, I hope this inspires you so, to tell me what you think about it, so I can maybe know. What this on the spot entry said to your brain.
either so it's turning out to be really annoying at the moment.
I'm about to burst, in a thousand good ways.
