alright

so, this will probably be my last post. i'm tired of the over-emotional blog that i only post on when i get upset or something.

so uh...

http://www.withoutsorrow.blogspot.com/

i'll probably stray back once or twice. but these are my plans for the future.

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.

I don't Fucking care about you, but I care about everything else. Just not you. Because you're not important. And Every other Fucking Thing is. I just thought I'd let you know that. I Want To Stop Fucking Thinking.

One Day,
I'll Learn To Believe.
I Believe This
With Whatever I Can.
With Whatever Is Left Of
My Faith,
My Heart.

i don't think anyone can really understand what another person is going through. and i don't think anyone can really save anyone, especially if they're already gone. not necessarily in body, but in mind. what happens when there's nothing that seems to be worth anything anymore?

http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAllCustom&friendId=135705006&swapped=true

you have to understand that i'm a person, and i want to be loved.