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[Dec. 7th, 200901:57 pm] |
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I don't even know what to do anymore. I can't fix anything and it's driving me insane. I have no idea where to go from here. |
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[Nov. 30th, 200906:41 pm] |
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I feel an utter lack of motivation to do anything. |
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[Nov. 26th, 200911:17 pm] |
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I hate coming home. I mean I love my family, but only for so long. And I love my friends and love seeing them, I just don't have the motivation to make plans with them. I want to stay home and shut out the world. It's so easy to just stay in bed all day and ignore everything and everyone. |
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| nobody said it was easy |
[Nov. 21st, 200905:15 pm] |
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| | Scientist // Coldplay | ] |
"Everyone says that love hurts, but that's not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Everyone confuses these things with love, but in reality, love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes us feel wonderful again." |
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| if you ever say never too late |
[Nov. 15th, 200907:17 pm] |
| [ | I hear |
| | To The End // My Chemical Romance | ] |
Today was a really good day. And then it just went down out of nowhere... I wonder if i'm overreacting, or if my reasons for being upset are legitimate. I know some of them are, but I just don't know. It seems like I'm all over the place lately. I'm happy all day and then out of nowhere I freak out. Or I'm upset and just kind of murr and then all of a sudden I'm legit ADD, can't sit still and become all crazy and ridiculous. Ugh....can I just stop with the obnoxious mood swings already. please and thank you. |
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[Nov. 12th, 200903:48 pm] |
So I was on TWLOHA.com and stumbled upon this. It's pretty awesome.
"The words "I" and "Love" and "You" are the watermark of humanity. Strung together, they convey our deepest sense of humility, of power, of truth. It is our most common sentiment, even as the feeling of it is so infinitely uncommon: each to proclaim these three words with his or her very own heart and mindset of reason (or lack thereof); a proclamation completely and perfectly new each time it is offered. Uttered daily and nightly by millions, the words are said in an unending array of circumstances : whispered to a newborn in a mothers arms; shared between best friends on the playground; in the form of sympathy - said by a girl to a boy, as the respect continues but the relationship does not. It is said too loudly by parents to embarassed children in the company of their friends, and by grown children - to their fading parents in hospital beds. The words are thought in the company of the photograph and said in the company of the gravestone. It is how we end our phone calls and our letters... the words at the bottom of the page that trump all those above it, a way to gracefully finish a message, however important or trivial, with the most meaningful gifl of all : the communication of love. And yet the words themselves have been the victims of triviality, a ready replacement for lesser salutations among near strangers, burst forth casually as "love ya." Truly? To what degree? Why, how much, and for how long? These are questions befitting of the stature of love, though not the everyday banter of vague acquaintance. The words have also been twisted by the dark nature of deceit : To say "I love you" with a dramatic measure of synthetic emotion; a snare set by those who prey uponn fellow humanity, driven to whatever selfish end, to gain access to another's body, or their money, or their opportunity. In this realm, the proclamation is disgraced by one seeking to gain rather than to give. In any case, and by whatever inspiration, these words are woven deeply in to the fibers of our existence. Our longing to hear them from the right place is maddeningly and simultaneously our finest strength and our most gentle weakness.The album "I and Love and You" is inashamedly defined by such a dynamic of duality. As living people, we are bound by this unavoidable parallel. We are powerful yet weak, capable yet temporary. Inevitably, an attempt to place honesty within an artistic avenue will follow suit. This is a piece which shows us as we are : products of love surrounded by struggle. The music herein is, in many ways, readable as both a milestone and an arrival. A chapter in the story of young men, it bridges the space between the uncertainty of youth and the reality of it's release. The record is full with the quality of the question and response. As far as questions go, there are plenty-normally residing within the tone and delivery of the lyrics themselves, which, ironically, are sung with so much confidence. Among songs and thoughts so driven and purposeful, the most basic relatable doubt comes through with a resounding clarity. Outside of the eternal theme of romantic love, the album speaks thankfully upon a landscape of light-filled rooms, word-filled pages, time machines, forgiveness, singing birds, ocean waves, art, change, confessions of shortcomings, and reasons to continue on. Hope and a cause for smiling follow naturally. In the midst of all this, there are allusions to the less-than-ideal conditions of life : the loss of memory, the inability to control temper, insecurity, indecision, jaded indifference, and the general plague of former and current weakness. "I and Love and You" is an album of obvious human creation, chracterized by it's best and it's worst. Emotional imperfection is a reality for those who recorded the piece, just as it is for those who will hear it. The conclusion of the song from which the title is taken admits that the words "I love you" have become "hard to say". And perhaps that difficulty is as common as it's counterpart. Perhaps the inability to say these heaviest of words is as much a part of life as the lighthearted candor of those who say them without any difficulty at all. And so it ends with the phrase whispered to and by those of us most defeated and most elated... I and love and you."
- The Avett Brothers |
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[Nov. 10th, 200907:06 pm] |
List seven facts about yourself.
Senior Year:
One: I get annoyed really easily.
Two: first impressions play a huge role in how I think of people.
Three: I would do anything to go back in time and change who I've become.
Four: My mother is my hero for so many reasons. She is the bravest woman I know.
Five: I don't have a lot of sympathy for others. Mainly because I don't think they deserve it. I never got any, so why should you.
Six: I have a really sick sense of humor. I laugh at all the wrong times. It usually gets me in trouble.
Seven: I'm afraid that I'm going to be seventy years old, look back on my life and realized that I never truly lived. That scares me to death.
Freshman Year:
One: I'm not as brave as I once thought
Two: I'm proud of myself for once in my life.
Three: I know that I deserve the best, and for once, I believe it.
Four: My mother is my hero for so many reasons. She is the bravest woman I know.
Five: I hate the world sometimes.
Six: I sleep with my mouth open.
Seven: if its not straight, and its supposed to be, it will piss me off until it is.
Sophomore Year:
One: I should be a lot happier with my life than I am right now.
Two: I have changed SO much over the past two years, but still feel incredibly lost.
Three: I don't regret anything or any decisions I have made, but I know I could have made better ones. I chose not to.
Four: I have the BEST friends and sisters in the entire world. Like, seriously. They're all fucking amazing.
Five: It's getting easier to talk to my family in an adult way where I'm not afraid of getting in trouble for screwing up. It's really nice to see my parents as not just parents, but as real people. (My mom is still my hero)
Six: I'm a horrible procrastinator. Well, actually I'm a reallllly good one, but that's not good.
Seven: I am no longer afraid of not living my life to the fullest, I'm having a great time. I'm now afraid that I'm never going to feel motivated to do things that I want to do with my life. |
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