Hello Faceless Readers,I lurked through my 16 year old self's past blog post, and I must say... sweet lord was I angsty! Did I not believe in capital letters either? Well, regardless, I'm happily 19 years of life and I realize I'm not as angsty or forcefully "insightful." I gathered that I probably was very much the same as every other angsty, period stricken, teenager out there. Broken hearts for...

Today is the day where the world has officially declared it's hate for me.Ecstasy. The only word to describe hearing 'I write sins not tragedies' on the radio, an r&b radio station i might add, it was almost like a religious experience. Euphoria. The only word to describe the feeling of listening to all of 'A fever you can't sweat out'. Bliss. The only word to describe the feeling I had when...

Hey lames.Well, who am I calling lame?In case all of you were too eager to read this all too "exciting" journal, my name is Erica.I live in a town full of tourist and republicans. Aren't I so lucky.... Anways, before i bore all of you to death, I guess I should update you on my so called life. (If you watched that show you are my new friend)I successfully:-drove on the highway-freaked out while...

In the new book of Stephenie Meyer's series Twilight; things that were predicted and anticipated... were shattered as everyones eyes read the words on the pages.My name is Erica Marie and I do not like when dawns break.Now before you get your lips pursed and your fingers ready to lash out a full wave ofhate mail that i'm sure I'll drown in, (metaphorically of course) I do want to say thatI have...

(the title of this journal was from a book i have read called it's kind of a funny story. Check it out at your nearest library or purchase it at your local bookstore. Money worth spent.)Now that i'm finished with my little advertisement abovethat you might have just ignored and didn't bother reading.I have lately been having some really, well, fucked up dreams.They've been random and crazy.Never...

Blunt title for a journal entry but egh.I'm a girl and i'm human.Well, this week my "old pal" came to visit.I'm very moody and easily angered during this time.My mother for some reason doesn't seem to understand that.She decides to yell at me and my sister, who is also on her rag, forlosing her pair of shoes.Of course me and my sister help my mom look for her damn shoes, making jokes hereand there...