aproximation

AWWW Sweetness.

You should SO ease on down to an urban enviornment. City life isn't all butterflies and rainbows, we get bored here too, but at least there's more people per square mile and the likelihood of bumping into some like-minded people is much higher. You shouldn't be sad you can't relate to those "people" around you. Feel sad for them that they are so limited. Bask in realization that you are far above them and they are to blinded to notice . . . they're prolly better off that way.

AH lovey!

You totally made my day!

Thank you hot pants!

Still willing to meet up in Sin City? :wicked grin::

art. Hope you have a happy valentine's day. haha. that was funny.

art,

Happy V-day

Actually I did sleep . . . .that night. not the others.

Yeah, this is a long journal. I read almost everything, I'm tired and MY english suck, not yours god damn! I'm sorry you feel like you do but things can always be better and change to the better and you can always start over and maybe find a new place to do it in, maybe you should move? I don't know. I hate drugs I hope you don't let them take over.

Hey !

I saw your set... and I just want to say.. you captured something ... awfully nice

just say no!

yea....i can't ask people out either...
i always asume they're with someone already, or wouldn't be interested in getting closer to a girl who's married with 2 kids.

sounds like you had fun...but you need to learn moderation or you'll burn yourself out. there is such a thing as too much of a good thing.

sith...ever see star wars?
think darth vader.


and i would never dream of seeing psiko without my bone saw. we're just those kinds of people.

man i'm so glad i got gooood grades. puh. this weekend is going to be sweeet! no more stress. what are you going to do?

Drugs keep getting done to kill the pain, until they wear down your ego enough so that the id spills over, and you can't stop it. The pain will then come in such rushes that your body will take its own actions to stop it - involuntary numbness, spotty memory/memory loss, inability to focus, and etceteras. It's a round-about path, but still leads to the same place - resolution. I speak not of you, but of myself - trying to get over him, or so I thought. I was trying to get over myself. I was the one that carried the pain, the one who perpetuated it. He could have been anybody - this particular muse just happened to come along at the right/wrong time. The relationship that took years for me to get over was the bond that I'd had with my adolescent self (which was a stage in my, as well as anyone else's life that isn't based on age, but psychological/emotional development). Am I rambling? Yes, I think that I must be. Break it up, people - nothing to see here!

that sucks...
so...um...as far as messengers go...
you'd probably like gaim the best, it takes up the least space, and combines all the different messengers into one...but you'd have to have a yahoo id account first. next to that, i'd go with yahoo messenger.

let me know when you get one, if you do, so i can talk to you.

http://gaim.com

of course

i don't know about letting any doves out or anything, but drugs are definitely not the way to fill that emptiness permanently.

garden state is a great movie, it makes me all sniffley and wimpy at the end.

i would move with my sister, but she's going to minneapolis and i hear it's very cold there...besides, i've got the school thing going here.
moving out of denver sure is tempting, though. it seems to get lamer here by the day.

Approximation: I love your posts. But just get on the fucking bike, will you? And OF COURSE I will keep you updated, as this story is bound to be interesting... but you're dead on in terms of your interpretation of this boy.