August 19th, 2008
My So Called Life.
August 13th, 2008
Sleeping Artist
You ever wonder why you run into people? Like why at certain times do people just show up?
Well no one has shown up in my life recently. Not anyone of any artistic importance anyway.
I cant to be too pessimistic though. I have made a valuable friendship, at least I think so thus far. I have few close female friends and I have met a girl whom I get along with well.
I’m just in the same slum as always. I’m so awkward. Words never get me anywhere when spoken verbally. I never make friends who I think have the same interest as me because I am always so Damn nervous they will think I am some sort of reject that I freeze up my words. Its like I get so ecstatic I met someone who likes the same things as me or we are similar in ways but I just ramble and then I never make real friends with them. I’ve come to the conclusion that I am just socially retarded.
Its just hard having no one to connect to…..
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its all I want… whats life to live for if you cant have that??
June 9th, 2008
Symbol of Change
I saw her face, it was on the TV; so distinguishable, so real. Her eyes looked at my soul as if they were begging for mercy. It was one of those unsolved mystery shows. A voice faint in the back ground telling of a missing girl. I felt so confused. Had it been so long since we had spoken? I stood dazed by the idea that I would never talk to her again. Where had she gone? What had happened? Why? Then rage. Anger at who had possibly been responsible. Pain seared my heart as another TV appeared, upon which images of her child where shown; this tiny face missing mommy.
As I awoke, the dream faded with the realization that it had not been real.
