Notice: Don't see this as a suicide type entry. The gun, and bullets, and bowing the brains out are just metaphors for depression. My dreams won't allow me to kill myself, and cutting never did shit for me. Only reminded me that I do bleed.So, let's blow my brains out, and see the pretty entry it creates. Let's start by searching for the gun. We can translate the gun into "My Life". Growing up to...

When does progress begin to show in life? Because I need it right this moment. The life I never want living in the south is coming to me slowly. Not some redneck life, but a horrid white trash one. My father was always put up as an example for me, not to admire, but to know what I never wanted in my life. Smoking weed all the time spending day, and night with sketchy people, at bad places. Never...

Readers Notice: I use this journal to put my thoughts to words. That is all this is...So, I think this time i'll have to talk about the one thing, or person that has been on my mind for the past few days, hell weeks. I consider her a blissful gift, simple benevolence, and nothing, but what I want. I have a problem were I have to figure everything out about one thing. It becomes an obsession till I...

When is it considered love? The moment the two people meet for the first time? That first kiss? Or is all that just movie scenes? Either way, it’s a confusing road. Even more so when the complications before you are overwhelming. Is it better to just go out, and date the first person you think is cute, or has a great personality, or is it better to stick with that one person you believe you...