005
1/31/2008 at 7:05 PM
I'm trying very hard not to fall asleep right now.
always, quois ?
I think I rely on this substance too much.
i think i rely on you too much.
I'll give it up one day.
Nothing is good for you, anyway.
Except for turnips.
always, quois ?
I think I rely on this substance too much.
i think i rely on you too much.
I'll give it up one day.
Nothing is good for you, anyway.
Except for turnips.
004
1/21/2008 at 7:17 PM
i have no issues contemplating the middle man;
i just have issues with why he's been caught there.
All the music I listen to lately is angsty, and I'm beginning to think there is a direct correlation between my angst!music and my angsty moods. I think I'm doing it to myself. I don't think I'm doing it on purpose.
But isn't that always how it goes?
i
don't
owe you
any.
thing
you owe me
no.
thing
i just have issues with why he's been caught there.
All the music I listen to lately is angsty, and I'm beginning to think there is a direct correlation between my angst!music and my angsty moods. I think I'm doing it to myself. I don't think I'm doing it on purpose.
But isn't that always how it goes?
i
don't
owe you
any.
thing
you owe me
no.
thing
003
1/13/2008 at 11:58 PM
I've come to a conclusion as of late: I'm an attentionwhore.
i feel life i feel life i feel the cascade take over
situated, here
I will be the first to admit it, the first to let you know.
But I don't want you to see who I really am: I want you to see the image that I have created. The creature born, contrived and trite, of what I would like to be and not necessarily what I am. As much as I pretend, as much as I attentionscream, I can't help but wonder when this perfect facade will come crumbling down.
I don't think I want to know what is behind.
i want so much to hate you
but
i cannot
i feel life i feel life i feel the cascade take over
situated, here
I will be the first to admit it, the first to let you know.
But I don't want you to see who I really am: I want you to see the image that I have created. The creature born, contrived and trite, of what I would like to be and not necessarily what I am. As much as I pretend, as much as I attentionscream, I can't help but wonder when this perfect facade will come crumbling down.
I don't think I want to know what is behind.
i want so much to hate you
but
i cannot
002
1/8/2008 at 8:48 PM
No internet for two days makes Ley an unhappy human being.
As many addictions as I purge, there will always be this one.
(and there will always be you.)
It's a sad state, I'm aware. Pathetic, even.
I can't remember what my life was before the internet. There were eight or nine years where I did exist, peacefully, independent, without it. But I was too young and now I'm too old to properly recall.
I don't think I'll be one of those old people with a million stories to tell.
i will forget all mine long, long before that
As many addictions as I purge, there will always be this one.
(and there will always be you.)
It's a sad state, I'm aware. Pathetic, even.
I can't remember what my life was before the internet. There were eight or nine years where I did exist, peacefully, independent, without it. But I was too young and now I'm too old to properly recall.
I don't think I'll be one of those old people with a million stories to tell.
i will forget all mine long, long before that
001
1/5/2008 at 5:35 AM
I never really intended for any of this,
but I always intended to be wrong
In which case, it doesn't particularly matter one way or another what was wanted. I did succeed in the end. Perhaps that was my true intent after all. (Correlates with so many, many different things.)
I don't want to start another new year with the same old regrets.
Addendum: No, darling, babe, I will never ever regret you.
but I always intended to be wrong
In which case, it doesn't particularly matter one way or another what was wanted. I did succeed in the end. Perhaps that was my true intent after all. (Correlates with so many, many different things.)
I don't want to start another new year with the same old regrets.
Addendum: No, darling, babe, I will never ever regret you.
