noise

sometimes when it's so quiet to the point where you can hear a pin dropping , the noises of memory and thought can get so unbearably loud.

For people who's pasts are tangled vines of unfinished stories without beginings or ends, Crossovers and fadeds parts, once they stop running these shadows come back to haunt you.

i can't be alone.
i hate the dark.

yet i feel lonely in a room full of people.

word of the day

I boggles my mind how there are ppl who are born and raised in an english speaking country where their whole family speaks english and has spoken english for the past 5 generations can come up with such retarded writing. My 5 year old cousin who's fourth language is english (after german, chinese, french) can come up with better things than them.

Word of the day (discovered upon editing a marketing research paper): No-hassle ness

Admiration

I always admire those people who can so easily lay out their feelings in front of the whole world. Not just stupid things, but real, profound feelings and thoughts. It leaves them so vulnerable as they shed these things about themselves. But that makes them more real no? City people, sometimes we lose what's inside of us because we layer ourselves with vanity, lies and pretentiousness.

I once felt that I found something prescious, a jewel in the mud. It was so pure and too beautiful for this world. So I took them into my world, and in my world, you gotta toughen yourself, grow thorns and make yourself some armor to protect what's inside. It's begining to look like a mistake. How can I think that I can have something so precious in a dirty world like this? Now it's this gorgeous jewel is losing it's shine.