January 2012
29 posts
I don’t know why, but I just sat here and typed this. It’s little things most people don’t know about me.
I’m pretty sure I’m like everyone you’ve ever met, and I’m like no one you’ve ever met. I have the same emotions/feelings as everyone, I just express them differently. I’m quiet. I get nervous about things most people probably...
May I just say...
I fucking hate being judged because of the movies, music, books, etc I like.
Oh, you think this movie I like is lame? Cool. Good for you. Please don’t bother me with your negative quip about it.
I think I hate it so much, because it makes me realize how close-minded and pretentious people can be.
Let me like whatever the fuck I want. I’ll let you like whatever the fuck YOU want.
I...
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Having one of those nights where I don’t feel like I’m from this planet.
Hard to explain, but this happens sometimes.
I’m not unhappy or anything, I’m just indifferent to it all.
The feeling will pass after the night ends.
Always does.
But it does happen. And it makes me wonder where I belong.
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Can I just say...
First off: Yes, I curse. I use curse words on a daily basis. However, that should not affect anyone’s perception of me, or my overall character.
I say this, because I just received a comment on YouTube from a subscriber saying that when they heard me curse in one of my recent vlogs it disappointed them, and now they’re thinking about un-subscribing from me, despite the fact that they...
I feel like typing, for no real reason; I’ll just let my mind spill here.
When are we gonna realize we’re all the same? We’re all hurting, happy, lost, beautiful, ugly, young, old, tired, learning, trying to forget, trying to remember, wandering, wondering, dreaming… But we don’t know it. We’re all so surprised to hear someone feels the same way as we do....
December 2011
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I haven’t said anything about it yet. You know I’m not one to share what I’m feeling. I have no clue if you’ll even read this. This is what I’ve decided to say, for now…
You left a dirty glass on the table beside our former bed. I haven’t moved it since you left. I’m not sure why.
I didn’t realize this fact until a couple of nights ago....
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