My thoughts always seem so much more real, when I write them out with paper and pen. Like by moving my hand in just the right manner, I've set free some inconceivable thing from a cage and let it lose upon the world. But- that's not true at all, is it?If such were the case, this caged creature would have an impact upon the world it was released to. And...my thoughts have absolutely no impact on...

What an impact on my life...well, what impact?Take one moment, be it high or the lowest of lows, and just let it permeate your thoughts.The possibilities that stemmed from it, the choices leading up to it.The consequences.Now, apply the butterfly effect. In an instant- it never happened.It's mind boggling...how the smallest moment, that one decision that led to another decision that led to a...

"Curiosity killed the cat, ya know.""Well, good thing I'm not a pussy!"That's a joke I made up in my head and have never used. It's really not that funny, but I thought of it and laughed, so it merits enough to be mentioned.I am curious though.However, I don't know which question to ask myself here,"Why do I almost always write about sad things?"or"Why is it, I only feel like writing when I dwell...

It's alright to ask questions, to get an understanding of someone, in fact it's entirely necessary.I asked you, and half the time you lied. But now I know the truth.One doesn't necessarily have to know where someone's been to know where one will be going with them though, and honest to God, I wish I didn't know:I wish I didn't know where you've been.I wish I didn't know what you've done.I wish I...

You ruined a date on the calendar for me.But took so much more than that.June 12th, My first instinct was to wonder, what could have went through your head?What could have brought you to it?But all too sadly, I know...I've thought of my own routes...My second thought was to turn to anger, which felt out of character.How could you take yourself? Didn't you know the pain you'd cause?But I know the...

I've written you a few times, heartfelt notes, pleading with you to get to know me, maybe show you cared, and stuck them where I knew you'd find them. And you did find them, I could tell by your eyes the next day. But you never did anything about it. So I'm just writing this one without any intent to show you. You'll probably never know how you've made me feel my entire life. But I wouldn't ever...

You asked if I was scared, and frankly whether I am or not, or was or not, it's too late.Like I've always said, the damage is already done.Is it twisted that I really do see it that way?"damage"?I always say falling is so much fun, and well damn, it is.But there's always something beneath you...and it's usually about two seconds too late, when you're reaching impact, and feel that asphalt hitting...

You ever take a step back from your life, and realize you have no idea what you're doing, or why you are doing what it is you do?I don't know what I want.I'm unsettled by the things I do, and though I'm not a person to regret, I've found myself lamenting upon past decisions and decisions have yet to even make.This--- isn't me.I've never been one to....do this.Gotta find the right questions to ask....

Dumb Reminders.That's the title of a song by a band called No Use For A Name.It's kinda ironic I decided to use that as a title for this little "entry" here...seeing as they're called no use for a name. Well, it's not really ironic so much...But I felt like adding in a little fun fact, shoot me. =DI'm trying here I really am, trying to forget about all the things that I can't stop thinking...