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2005 3 January :: 3.26 pm
It's....really pathetic when you're -that- bored that an idea once thought to be a stupid joke turns into a nightmarish reality.
It was Eric's idea! Now I have to fear pictures of me hugging a broom getting out into the public!
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2005 2 January :: 6.40 pm
:: Mood: whatever
After a few days everything should be back to whatever the hell 'normal' is for me.
Happy early birthday...to me. I'm technically 23 hours ahead of schedule but I probably won't be here tomorrow so, yay for me, 16 years of hell. Only two more before I finally get out of here. I'm being arrogant, I'm going back to writing something and blacking out my face in pictures.
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2005 2 January :: 2.46 pm
:: Mood: I don't think it can be described
....updated
There you go.
I'm going back to bed.
Actually, I have something to say. I've only wanted one thing my entire life....I've found it. Now I'm so terrified to lose it, I beg not to wake up if it's not meant to last. I'm so terrified, that I think everything I do is wrong. I'm so terrified to lose you, because you are you. You're everything.
And I'm sorry.
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2005 1 January :: 3.06 pm
:: Mood: melancholy
:: Music: Screams in my head
Went for my walks, stood down at the lake watching the slowly rippling water under thin ice, decided against walking in, watched shadows, stared at the cemetery, then stayed online until about one a.m.
Overall, it sucked.
But, the lake was nice, quiet, dark, cold, next to the cemetery, and left me in solitude....so that was the main point of the evening.
Besides making a cheap Eric out of a green broom and fishnet...it was his idea! It was nice to see him smile though.
....I miss Adam.
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2004 31 December :: 10.41 am
:: Mood: melancholy
:: Music: Zeraphine
New Year's....yay....
Plans for New Year's eve/day....walking down cold, deserted midnight streets to the lake by the cemetery, and random walks to who knows where. Then returning shortly before sunrise and terrorizing the people with hangovers.
Seems like fun...
I guess
Or I could always spend the night on the computer, that's always fun.
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