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Just when I thought that maybe, just maybe, I was moving on, he becomes available. I was almost past him. But now things feel different. What now? |
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Pinpoint. Apr 9th, 2006 10:59:19 pm - Subscribe
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Do you believe that dreams have a meaning? I can't get that concert out of my head. More to say about it, but I feel like shit so not now. I'm suffering from an overall feeling of malaise. [Malaise: a vague sense of mental or moral ill-being.] And I can't pinpoint why. And it's bugging the hell out of me. I just want it to go away. Distractions only work for so long. It has become unavoidable. |
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You have got to be shitting me. Apr 13th, 2006 5:23:38 pm - Subscribe
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Nuclear war with Iran? What the hell is our government thinking. Read the Article <-- Link Anybody have any thoughts? |
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Dye? Apr 16th, 2006 10:57:34 am - Subscribe
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| I want to dye my hair. But I can't pick a good color...Burgundy maybe? Or just a really dark brown...I dunno. Suggestions? |
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[insert appropriate subject here] Apr 18th, 2006 11:46:09 pm - Subscribe
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I used to be the guru of advice. You may not have experienced it or know what I'm talking about, but I used to give good advice and now I just can't find it. I think it all comes back to March 26th. The 30 Seconds To Mars concert. Okay so here's the thing. That concert was freaking amazing. And I wrote that before. But what I haven't written is how I haven't been the same since. This sounds like bullshit. Totally cheesy or something. Like a concert could really forever change the way I feel. It doesn't make any sense. I'm probably not making any sense right now either. But that's just the way it feels. Ever since that concert, I can't think about it or listen to their music without getting this feeling that I don't even know how to describe. An ache somewhere deep inside me...somewhere unidentifiable. I think I understand why I feel like this. I think it's because at that concert, all I was thinking about was the concert - the music, the energy, the adrenaline, the rush. I wasn't thinking about all of this other shit in my life. I was just happy. Truly happy; not thinking about anything else except the moment, the music. So this is my inspiring, thought-provoking statement: Music Is Medicine. Music is medicine. But there could be a flaw in this logic too. Definition: Medicine - Something that serves as a remedy or corrective. So if it's only temporary, can you still call it medicine? That's what that concert was. Temporary. A quick fix. Too bad I didn't realize it until it was over. I'm not sure where all of these thoughts are leading, or if they're leading anywhere at all. I'm not sure I've even gotten them all down. I confuse myself when I write like this sometimes. Things come out that weren't meant to come out. Can you make sense of this? Because I sure as hell can't. |