Post Two-Hundred and Seventeen.

Post Two-Hundred and Sixteen.

Do you ever feel like you fake half of your life?

All the time. It's moreso a feeling of something along the lines of an outer body experience. I consider my life to be like a poorly written sitcom that I'm watching on the telly. Most of the time I don't think about what I'm saying and don't bother to really listen to what people are talking about.

So, to answer your question... I'd go with yes, in a sense.

Ask me anything

Post Two-Hundred and Fifteen.

Time to let go of material possessions.

I wish I could pull off something as rad as that.

Post Two-Hundred and Fourteen.

We're all growing up.
We're all getting lost.
Hell...


We're almost all grown up.

Post Two-Hundred and Thirteen.

I'm thinking this is my inner demon of sorts.

Post Two-Hundred and Twelve.

I find life to be like a crowded room.

I'm only looking for one person. The one that will never give me the time of day again.

A crowded room can feel awfully lonely.

Post Two-Hundred and Eleven.

No matter all that is going through my mind, I can't find it in me to post.


...


Some things are left best unsaid to all, I'd say.

Post Two-Hundred and Ten.

Sometimes, caring can put you in quite a predicament.

Post Two-Hundred and Nine.

A lot has happened lately.

Hmm, to begin with... I HAVE A NEW BABY SITER, BITCHES. Be jealous. Niko Rose. September 20, 2009.

That's all for now.