rina
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2006 14 January :: 10.42pm
:: Mood: hopeless
:: Music: a lack of color - deathcab
and when i see you, i really see you upside down
i feel like i can't use the word 'depressed.'
it has such negative connotations.
as if, when you're sad about your cat dying, for example, you're just grieving. you're sad.
though if you instead say, i'm so depressed about my cat dying, its like saying that not only did your cat die, but your whole entire family died, and you're hanging on to that one inch of life you have left because of the pills that you pop, as much as you breathe oxygen.
so, examples aside,
i'm very sad at the moment.
i'm in this rut where nothing i say,
or do,
will get me out of it.
oh, i'm hoping you'll understand me when the time comes.
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glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
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rina
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2006 4 January :: 12.44am
:: Music: calculation theme - metric
passions have eroded anyway
i wish i had some kind of astounding insight into life that someone else could relate to.
as of now,
my views, perspectives, opinions, are clouded by what i have yet to experience; as if everything i've never done is directly deciding how i see the world around me.
and more than ever, my sketchbook is becoming my journal.
sometimes, when people ask to see it,
i kind of curl up inside of myself, because all the drawings that are in there tie into some emotion or event, and it is very significant for me.
i've transferred myself onto paper.
so maybe,
perhaps if i have the time,
i'll scan some of my sketchbook entires.
because i think that some part of me is restricting my emotions.
like if i don't get over the feelings i already have, they will just fester inside of me and transform into something hideous.
and i wouldn't be able to handle that.
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glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
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dreamiecloud
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2006 3 January :: 7.04pm
I am applying to college. I called my Aunt and Uncle and asked them for thier info. They are going to call me later with the rest of it.
So now I am sitting here doing chem homework and listening to Rilo Kiley.
I am all jittery and I feel like I am going to throw up. I am scared.
Every part of my body feels light and numb, like I just smoked a cigarette quickly.
The fact that I am applying just emphasizes the fact that I have no idea what I want to do with the rest of my life. I have had the better part of 17 years to decide this and I want to choose something that will not make me miserable like my grandparents are.
The thing about that is, I can't even do things I love everyday. How I am I supposed to find something that would make me want to get up and go to work every day when I am so finicky?
Ok, I feel better now.
glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
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dreamiecloud
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2006 1 January :: 6.42pm
It is 2006.
I can't remember the image i had of myself a senior. I still wonder if I am anything similar to how I thought I would be.
I don't know about you, but the fog last night seemed, to me, to be a bad omen. Nights like that should happen on Easter, not New Years. It makes me nervous now, since this year is going to be very important.
Though it is just fog.
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glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
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rina
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2005 31 December :: 9.36pm
:: Mood: distressed
:: Music: dead guys with bombs - chris beck
heart has nothing to do with it
i hate that the only place you'll ever know as home is yourself.
and that your house, your family, your life, can feel like a prison.
the way glass shatters across a tile floor, that's how life is.
each little piece glinting, reflecting images of how you could be or how you were.
each tiny image of yourself distorted and broken against the grout cracks and the cold marble.
some pieces are bigger than the others, obviously,
but the smallest ones are always the most convoluted,
with a twistingly morbid sense of detail.
the prettier the point, the deeper the cut.
its that all-roses-have-thorns-you-know.
i hate this so much, wishing i was anywhere but here, but with no actual place to end up.
if only for the journey, i'd like to never come back.
because having a fixed destination is most definitely, and completely and utterly compromised, because no matter what road you take, you'll just end up where you wanted to go in the first place.
and isn't that just dandy.
i absolutely cannot stand the feeling of having my future decided for me.
if human beings are anything, they for sure aren't obedient.
i guess we live for the revolution.
and as a side note:
shittiest new year's ever.
glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
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rina
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2005 30 December :: 10.21pm
:: Mood: destructive
:: Music: comptine d'un autre: l'apres midi
start with something you love
pretend everything you've ever known will only be forgotten.
and that this life you're looking for,
[the-spark-the-drive-the-meaning]
will never be found.
think, if you will,
about postcards from future faces, past places, infinite spaces.
and that this link you've searched for,
[these-murmur-whisper-slurs-of-ours]
can't ever be replaced.
imagine that your world, life, universe, doesn't belong to you.
and all that you can remember is gone,
[frenetic-thoughts-memory-loss-no-regrets]
because it was never up to you anyways.
try if you might to create a time when everything you have is everything you aren't.
and believe you have an identity of your own,
[the-symmetry-the-blasphemy-the-hypocrisy]
when really you're just a mirror of another.
now think of us,
[the-past-present-future-us]
and imagine that none of it mattered.
glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
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dreamiecloud
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2005 30 December :: 9.15pm
p.s. go watch the movies before sunrise and before sunset.
be prepared though, they have the capability to make you feel intensely lonely.
glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
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dreamiecloud
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2005 30 December :: 9.01pm
:: Music: bob dylan <3
I broke up with my boyfriend last week. It turned out that I could not stand him.
I miss him, and I feel bad for him. He wanted to get back together, which is the basis for my pity. To me it means he cared for me more than I cared for him. I just feel bad because it isn't in my understanding how someone could like me that much. I want someone to like me that much, obviously, but I just do not understand it.
I stopped smoking pot so i could get a job. which i am definately going to do, because i can now get my drivers license in three months, and i desperately want a car so i am no longer this burden to all my friends.
I must say I absolutely cannot wait for march this year.
All i really want is my freedom.
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rina
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2005 16 December :: 3.12am
:: Mood: insightful
:: Music: mad world - gary jules
the dreams in which im dying are the best i've ever had
adaptation is compromise.
it takes a while to figure out, but once you get it,
life doesnt look so pristine
and school doesnt seem so important.
go ahead, try it.
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glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
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dreamiecloud
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2005 8 December :: 7.15pm
your love is gonna drown.
this new death cab cd is like a drug. i love it.
man oh man. i am add odds over what to do with myself. i feel so useless right now.
i have this feeling that i want to do something, i just dont know what inparticular.
glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
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rina
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2005 5 December :: 8.20pm
:: Mood: discontent
:: Music: halcyon and on and on - orbital
when words are slurs
tongue-tied, watchful eyes,
a slight of hand could mean
fin
for the both of us
smoking pot, parking lots,
i hoped it wouldn't
end up like this,
i'm tired of our paralysis
waiting room, icu,
i never thought white could look
as barren as it does,
while i wait for the cause
misconceptions, false convictions,
you're failing just like
you normally do,
and the lcd is falling with you
funeral march, heavy heart,
i never wanted for you to
sink this low,
i suppose you'll never know
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dreamiecloud
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2005 5 December :: 10.01pm
listen
maybe i am this way because i want attention. if i looked the way i got attention i would be skin and bones. it would be disgusting.
i get attention but it is not what i want.
glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
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rina
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2005 4 December :: 7.25pm
:: Mood: busy
:: Music: summer skin - death cab
how a theoretical physicist finds love (re: when science stops working)
it's in the cracks, the in-betweens, the explained unexplainables.
when freckles go from pigments,
to constellations,
to colliding molecules and supernovas.
it's the amaranthine sky filled with nuclear reactions.
and you know you could just call it rain,
instead of thinking that precipitate,
is just another word for change
and when life becomes less measured in minutes,
but more in breaths, glances, sighs,
you think its time
to stop calculating when the chemistry will be created
because in a room full of whiskey and wishes,
when it ceases to be music and instead becomes
cerulean beats and brick-red rhythms,
thinking clearly doesn't register
what was once gravity and equations
slowly, gradually, evolves into invisible hands and,
light goes from enigma,
to heart beats,
to artery explosions .
glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
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dreamiecloud
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2005 4 December :: 3.01pm
honestly, i feel like one of the most awful people on the planet.
not outwardly, in a im going to commit mass genocide kind of way.
inside.
glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
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rina
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2005 4 December :: 2.28am
:: Mood: whatever
:: Music: i will follow you into the dark - death cab for cutie
love of mine, someday you will die
i hate when people look down upon me because i don't harbor the same beliefs as them.
or when they try to save me from the error of my ways.
the error of seeing religions more as guidelines than a cult.
which is harsh, i know.
but i cannot believe a celestial being created the earth in six days, and that humans appeared out of no where.
lately i've been reading about several religions, traditions, mythologies.
i've decided to pick and choose,
and then form my own religion.
a set of beliefs that would fluxuate and change as i realize, discover, experience.
glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
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dreamiecloud
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2005 29 November :: 11.40pm
i made a really lame analogy about myself in my head earlier.
my life is like the movie the never ending story, and my brain is like the nothing.
i love that movie though.
i should be writing an essay on the theme of animal farm.
that book scared the crap out of me. it disgusts me to think there are societies like this today.
i should do my chem tests that i seemed to do well in school but as soon as i tried to do it at home my brain made this horrible wuuurrr noise and shut of.
i wish i had a bathtub.
off to essaynessage.
glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
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dreamiecloud
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2005 16 November :: 7.34pm
i think i want to drop out of the center.
I was thinking about ti all day today, and i thought that that place successfully helped me squash most of my love of art right out of me.
I admit that my skin isnt think enough to be an artist.
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glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
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rina
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2005 14 November :: 3.26am
:: Mood: blah
:: Music: ruby blue - róisín murphy
ready to go, go, go
i suppose this is quite unhealthy.
being awake at 3.30 on a school night and such.
it doesn't faze me though.
it should, but it does not.
the only thing it succeeds in doing is making me tired and rather irritable.
oh, i wish i was nocturnal.
or that everyone else slept the way i do.
maybe it wouldnt be so lonely when you're splitting time with another person.
ah well.
glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
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rina
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2005 13 November :: 12.53am
:: Mood: thoughtful
:: Music: cosy in the rocket - psapp
nobody knows where we might end up
i miss this.
but the truth is, nothing's all right anymore.
what is?
i'm down down down, drowning in work i can't finish.
my head spins just thinking about it.
so i'm thinking, deciding about what to do next.
what to think next.
i'm pretty sure i need a vacation, and soon.
art has taken a swift turn from the believable to the surreal.
i'm making up things that don't make sense.
and apparently its disconcerting for others.
i'm much too morbid for their taste, maybe.
glimpsed a bat with butterfly wings
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rina
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2005 27 September :: 7.50pm
:: Mood: blah
:: Music: gunboat - vixtrola
space can wait
oh we're cruel
we've got the makings of generals
and we're still arguing about who's top gun
with lives like these
we could live on the sun
but knowing us, we'd like the moon better
and in the time it'd take us to change our minds
we'd've already lost a lifetime
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