“Who started is it?” is the question of never-ending cycles of revenge; “who cares?” is the question of reconciliation.

I sit and I wonder. I've written on this before because there are times when it just happens: What do I write in my blog?I don't want to write about my grandpa. There's nothing for me to do with that for me. It just be...

alright. moving on with this project.mhm. so i'm guessing you read the intro post? if you didn't, you better hit that back button on the top of your browser and read it now.or else you will regret it and will end up conf...

I think I've said this or wrote it down sometime in the past- I don't know how I can go from loving someone to absolutely despising them, but I just did.  I really didn't want to see any of them today.. I didn't try...

 

Is it bad to laugh openly at dirty jokes? To say "that's what she said" at inappropriate times? To act obnoxious? To play too much XBox? To be too blunt? Is it bad to be too much of a guy's friend? I feel like that's wha...

All this talk about the Giants or whatever... you know, it's funny. It's the craziest thing when people try to talk sports to me. I always look blankly at them and shrug. I don't follow it at all; it's one of two ster...

I feel abandoned.Lost in the wood.Alone on a Desert Isle with no hope for Communication.This is not a cry out.nor a guilt trip.It is a statement.For two weeks, contact with friends have begun to fade.This lonely feeling ...

living in a placethat nobody knowstaking in the atmosperethat's just how shit goes open up your mindlet your mind releaselet your senses be awareand the demons cease old and newtheir all the samepeople come ,and gojust who's to blame...

Hi! This is my first real blog since last year. I recently decided to stop writting in my old blogs because all it was, was old news. So, I'm starting fresh. I am a senior this year, and my life has really started to cha...