"Dreaming, I was only dreamingOf another place and time...."The lyrics of Green Day's, "Before the Lobotomy" run through my mind every time I think about a dream. A dream that doesn't make any sense. A dream that constantly brings people, dead or alive, from the past. I only think about two dreams the most.One dream I once had was about my late friend, Heidi. It seemed like a flashback kind of...

I feel lonely as ever right now. Friday was my JD's birthday and I feel like I've ruined it.It was going good that day till he said something about moving again. I was up for it, finally gonna leave his mom's house and start somewhere else. Well he wanted to live with people I didn't feel comfortable around. We get in an argument. We yelled things at each other, I've said some regretful things....

Somedays some would regret the decisions they have made. Recently I do regret most. For starters, I decided to wait to start college. Why you may ask. Well because I'm selfish and wanted to start a life with my boyfriend. I know, I know dumb right? That is working quite well actually. Until I leave for California for a couple of weeks and come back to find out if I don't pay $153 by the end of...

As the days I go by, I wonder how life would be like if I didn't have the friends I have. If I wasn't the person I am now. Thinking about the past and stuff, I think I would have been happier. My parents would actually care for what I do. So what now? My decisions are my final ones. Making new friends. Actually having a life for once now. This probably doesn't make any sence but since I stopped...

Earlier today I was with my good friend Helena. We were talking about all the fun we had during the school year. Then the subject changed to her 15th birthday party. That day was both hilarious and random.It was Friday the 13th, we planned to go to Hot Topic, see 'Friday the 13th', and go back to Hot Topic and chill at the mall. Before we go anywhere we had to find our friend Jakey-Poo. He was...

What ever happened to the phrase 'Don't judge a book by its cover'? Hmm....can people go through one day without being judge for what they look like on the outside? Why can't they judge us for what they see in the inside? Is it because we're different or is it because we're actually the same but we come in different forms? Maybe we just don't look the same as they do? Hmm?These questions haunt me...