satanspetcat

Two things frustrate me entirely about the writing process. Even as I make that statement the list suddenly expands in my mind, but because I'm not in the habit of complaining to people on the internet I will stick to my original number. One of these is writing the first sentence. In high-school they used to teach us all sorts of tactics for conceptualizing a...
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It occured to me today that I have a lot of thoughts. This should not have been such a striking revelation in consideration of my weekly schedule including mostly therapy appointments, dropping out of school, and my recent visit to the hospital.

One of the thoughts that I have not focused on very much lately is that of sexuality; specifically the more interesting componant therein:...
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First, I don't like the new layout of the profiles. I also don't like the slow ass processing request of the system.

Onward!

*She said to me, "I don't mean to sound rude..."; so flippant, this request to thoughtlessly excuse her inability come up with a phrasing that wasn't based on defending some baseless assault. As though the ringing of a telephone could tear down...
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I'm back. Already.

My mom is in the bathtub and I really want to sneak outside and have a cigarette while she is enjoying her hot water. Or get high as shit. I didn't have a great weekend.

Wang!

I would like to make a two part announcement. The first will be of no relevance to anyone. The second will be of relevance to people in the greater Seattle area.

Part one:
Fuck you. I love you. Fuck you. I hate you. Fuck you. I'm sorry. Get away from my friends because I want you out of my life. I don't know how to...
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Shit.

I want to write something meaningful here. I do, I really do, but all that's coming to mind are bits of confusion and unawakeness - which, in it's own nature, may prove to be more profound than any lyrical discourse that might have otherwise occupied your mind.

EMERGENCY UPDATE:
My 71 year old Grandfather just friended me on Facebook. I don't even know what...
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I don't like having secrets.

But you can't tell how everyone will respond.

Namely:
Your parents
Your older brother
Your relatives
One of your best friends
Your [ex]girlfriend (but she does because she rocks)
All your friend's that don't know yet.

Stupid life.
Did I tell you? My mom called me emo.

Counting down the days until my girlfriend arrives in town for almost a week.

Getting homework done: Sweet.
Getting tickets to see Anberlin two days before I see Killswitch: Sweet.
Getting same-day drafted into being the lead in a movie and feeling like I did a good job: Awkward, but sweet.
Hanging out with some of my favorite people that I don't get to see...
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Please, why don't you tell us about yourself?

Certainly, I don't like crowds. I really don't like crowds. I first discovered this during my last year of middle school, but it was only a mild issue that I attributed ot shyness. I have come to find as time goes on that crowds bother me more and more. They make me feel helpless; a system of...
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It's time to find new housing.

I have a number of options, but a friend I met last semester has implanted an amazing idea in my head: GARAGE. Oh jesus that'd be sweet.

Have you ever come back to realize that the decisions you have made are wrong? That you are now no longer standing on a stable slope, and what lies ahead may be a scramble up a steep, slippery slope of which the bottom ends in certain death?

It's time to start climbing again.

It's time to get help. It's time to hold onto a rope...
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