29/08/2010 22:32:21 Jack. last night = insane29/08/2010 22:32:26 Jillian orly? :ha29/08/2010 22:33:41 Jack. I can't remember a lot of things, but mini took my wallet 'cause I had nothing it in, I then thought my wallet among other things were invisible, and apparently I kept going to the bar with no wallet and coming back with a drink. There are severe black-spots. Also I forgot how to...

Seriously man.I know like, mibba is seen as some sort of refuge for the ultra-typical youth writers who feel all alone and that sorta bull. But poetry is raw expression. It's art composed in pen.It's better to be creative in your phrase, than just the same old construction of depression or love. There's even online resources that can help contribute to how you express how you feel rather than...

And either I'm a jerk but nobody can tell the difference, or that people seem to dislike clowns.Let's explain that for people who don't know me.I frequently change my user-name between "Clowns." and "Mask." however, I've noticed I only seem to get poetry comments from "non-friends" when my user-name is "Mask." Which just feels odd to me.So, I've concluded that everybody's realized I'm a bit of a...

But that's not my primary concern.Some things are the cause of so much concern and trouble.Some memories are so fundamental to the creation, prediction and expectation of who we are and will become as a human being that we will always remember them.And some things will haunt us to the point where we can never forget.Running away from events only becomes a problem when you realize that you're...

Since I'm stuck of what to apply for, I'm trying to do a vote of what seems the most interesting/suitable for me.So, if you could please, choose five out of these subjects:Smart Systems and Music TechnologyiiiiiArtificial Intelligence and CyberneticsiiiElectronic Engineering and CyberneticsiExperimental PsychologyiiScriptwriting for Film and TelevisioniComputer Science (Artificial...

Unpleasant, life has it's ups and downs. Generally, one closely follows the other. A state of limbo is for the medicated, but I am not happy with my own skin.It seems difficult, existing, but in truth, it's the only thing that we can do.Existence is nothing but a journey, life is the path from one state of cellular being to the next.But I feel like I'm just a virus. Infecting, spreading some sort...

But yeah, this chick, a close friend, has been pretty much using me for the whole fucking college year, but I'm okay with that, because every girl who's my friend ends up using me. I've been pretty much doing her work, as well as mine, for the year, so she can pass the course, now I'm so close to finishing all my work, I've got 2 pages to do on this piece and it' s done, like, 20 mins work. But I...

Radio silence is something to fear,But all this attention seeking isn't something I should deal with, this shouldn't effect me.Because you're only fucking up your own lives sure, yeah, I do some bad things, I need people to respect me, to notice me, but what you do is annoying.But I really shouldn't care.Everything annoys me,That it's pretty much fact, but there are good things in the world,...

Feeling like this has passed,Before.Ache that's digging,Inside of me.Times like this,It gets hard to breathe.And I'm choking on what you're offering me,A paradise, life.A smile, increasing happiness.I'm not sad, and I don't need you,But this makes me smile,As it rips away,My mind,And all the trust I've set to give away.And an ache that's digging,Inside of me,Times like these I want to pray,And it...

Life sucks. It truly does.Mood swings are fun, but also are fucking crap.I've made a lot choices in the past few weeks. I made life fun, I made it exciting. But every so often, with all the fun things, I crash. Everything gets shitty.I don't really know who I am any more.I have all these ideas, all these dreams. And then, then I have these other ideas, these other dreams. And these ideas, they're...

Yeah,Reading over my old Project:Noise songs, and the fact I have awesome ideas now.Spaceships.Project:Noise is going to be industrial-metal-like, MiND is going to be nu-metal.No crossover.Crossover is bad.Project:Noise is generally going to be lots of synthesisers, one, maybe 2 guitars, and maybe a bass on some tracks.so spaceships.Going back to what was orginally said.1. One Two Four (already...

Tatooes.Generally this journal is more for me than it is for you. But you can ask about anything.Colour scheme: Black, Grey, Red, and Green.Hands:Knuckles:Left: LOVE Right: HATEVines carried on from wrists onto palms and thumbs.Wrists:Left: Ace of hearts and diamonds Right: Ace of spades and clubsVines in surrounding the cards on left wrist.Rose-bush thorns surrouding cards on the right.Barbed...

Or rather, people, shadows.Something.There's obviously some sort of rational explaination or something. I have 2 cats, it could of been my cats.Or my mother was in the garden for something.Or it's stress.Or it's some mental delusion.I prefer the rational explaination.Not much to update in this journal.I'm still waiting for the right person, weither thats a friend or partner, I don't mind.I'm still...

"What's it like to be lonely?" Said the man to the mirror.Does the mirror know? Does the mirror understand. So many of us, talk to the mirror. Are we trying to ask ourselves for the answers? Or is the mirror something else. Is the mirror more than a way to see into ones self. But, to see one's opposite. To see ones Doppelgänger.Maybe a mirror isn't a reflection.Maybe it's a omen of death.I see...

Sometimes I just need someone who'll ask.No, I'm talking about my mood, no I'm not talking about someone asking me whats up, whats wrong, or if I want to talk.Because obviously, if I knew something was wrong, I'd deal with it.And if I needed someone to talk to, I'd talk to someone.I'm talking about needing someone to look into my words. Look into what I write. Someone to analyise my poetry, my...

Urg,Some days are good, some days are bad.Sundays are moderate.We need to eat.But food costs money.We need money.I need something.Something of a control.Maybe medication.But Anna doesn't like such things.Poetry doesn't do much.A thought is a thought.Is a thought.The form, doesn't do much.Simple things like energy are overrated.And happiness is simply for idealists.No-one really achieves...

By the time I click "Submit" it should be 2009 in England.So last year has been an interesting one, things happened, things haven't.But, enough on old events, time to make plans, expectations, jokes, but not resolutions.Next year I'll be finished with my first year of college, I'll apparently have all the required skills, to spend year 2 creating what is pretty much a portfolio, it'll be a sad...

Trolls trolling trolls trolling trolls who are trolling.I guess that's all we are, and will ever be.Yet, occasionally, there's something new, something more, someone who's neither trolling, lurking, flaming, or setting up some sort of epic trap. Someone who just, exsists. Even outside of "off the radar".They are a god, dormiant, yet, unstoppable. Yet, in the end, they will troll you.And it will be...

Banned and Canned.Or,"I've had enough."Basically, this won't appear on the journal overview, due to censorship issues, I've reached my thever, I'm at that point before leaving.And yes, I'm not going to whine about the site rules without considering leaving the site, but, sucks-to-be-me, this is the best site out there.And because the word cunt, and other profanities are much a part of my journals...

Alternative title: Dude, I'm depressed.Don't suppose how I can really explain how it's come to this.There are weeks, months (maybe even years) where everything just, fits. Where it all works, good and bad, the overall outcome is positive, happiness can exist and lay it's seed, even though one can never smile.There's nothing real to do, everything's turned... Stale. But fuck it, there's some JD and...