Well here I am again, ranting to the world about something no one cares about, but i don’t care. I want to get this off my chest, no its not a want, its a need. I need to admit this to myself so that maybe i can get over everything, so here it goes.Have you ever stopped and asked yourself "Do i really like him? Do I love him?" have you asked yourself why? Have you ever wanted that feeling just...

Well i must admit i got this idea from reading another journal. This person was talking about how she likes that she can say anything she wants and she doesnt have to worry about people that she knows ever find out. I, for one, definately agree with that. I like talking to new people too, along with helping ppl if i can. This helps you vent and ask advice about stuff you could could never ask...

The beautiful lights? The home cooking? The snow? The presents? Or maybe just that spirit that seems contagious to the world. Christmas is a beautiful season filling your every sense and so many emotions. Feel the cold, see the beauty of the season, smell the spices and the pine trees, hear the christmas songs, taste the foods that are only made on that special occasion. A white season that...

well, my aunts and i went to see New Moon. now im one of those people who have read the books far before anyone thought of making them into movies. so i have to say, i think the movies just dont compair to the books. but it was amusing to sit through. i was giggling pretty much all the movie cuz my aunt was wispering and pointing out every little thing about the movie. commenting about jacobs 8...

thanksgiving is a time for thanks and praise and stuff, blah, blah, blah. where the whole family gathers around the table and eats a disgusting amount of food and talks with their mouths full. filled with laughter and smiles all around. but for me it was hard to smile. it was hard to eat. it was hard to think. before the dinner even started i was freaked out on twice by my mom. but its my fault....

When you feel like breaking down, when you feel like your crumbling, falling to the ground with no one to catch you, then what? What’s next except to get back up and smile as if the world around you isn’t falling? To fake one more time that your alright, to hold onto that mask so tight until you cant feel your grip on it anymore. Until your very essence shatters and you can do nothing but lie...

i dont get it. every time i do something i mess it all up... I cant even think without disappointing myself. Every word I speak comes out with the intention of hurt. I see the world around me from different eyes, the eyes of a preditor. The kind of preditor who uses people and then throws them away. This isn’t who I want to be but I look in the mirror and that’s all I can see. I want to scream...