January 2010
19 posts
Dexter: Season 2
I’m on my way season 3.
I am a little obsessed I think.
Wavering Radiant
I fucking love Isis.
mirrors.
I’ve never thought much of mirrors until now.
Whenever I look in them, oddly enough I see what I am. I see who I am and the decisions I would make in situations.
I escape that when I’m away from the mirror.
I don’t ever feel exactly like myself when I’m out in public or even in my own house. I only feel who I am around a few amount of people. even then it’s not...
The sad part is nothing's changed.
I’ve just focused my energy and thoughts elsewhere.
wait until you're ready; until you shake off what...
this makes my blood clot.
this is nothing.
you’re a hypocrite. both of you.
I don’t understand what you plan to get out of this.
Me staying at home all day for weeks? sounds like a fucking plan.
petty problems.
In Columbus they were shopping on the first day, the first official day of war. It’s so easy being oblivious, and it’s easy being self-absorbed
inside of 80 different stores and coffee shops.
The whole world’s not like yours.
There are many kinds of problems, not all of them are like yours or mine. But I forget that all the time. Oh drama, are you all in my head? My problems...
Dexter: Season 1
new favorite show.
nine.
troubled.
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IX
It’s almost more difficult taking apart a puzzle than putting it together.
This would be better if my head was something tangible.
malleable.
My eyes are heavier than they used to be. My face falls down by itself. I don’t need to exert force anymore.
staring at artificial lights and colors all day doesn’t help my eyes either. I think I’m going blind.
-endscene-
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VIII
I think I understand why things in the world happens. with nature and science and math and everything like that. I just don’t understand why people do things and why their minds make things seem right. To make decisions.
Nature doesn’t make decisions. It does what it needs to do. It’s more practical. There’s no emotional attachment with a tree or a body of water. or the...
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VII
I don’t think…I’ve really felt so much like every other person than I do right now.
I’m insignificant. I’m like, a grain of sand in a desert. just like every other grain of sand in the desert, just…being blown away by wind and stepped on every once and a while, sliding into other grains of sand.
conflicted.
I need self realization. I need to learn who I am, and what I am, and how I work and think and what I even am.
what am I?
I have this automatic animalistic instinct. I act on feeling and go into things as fast as I can.
I think it’s out of fear. I fear that I’ll lose opportunities. Chances. get out of jail free cards.
I will admit though, I have always hated not knowing. the...
it's the kind of song that makes you feel...
I was reading through my old posts, and just remembering all the things that have happened in the past year or so, and it’s freaking me out a little bit. and how different things are now.
I was relatively sad most of the time it seemed. which is…the exact opposite now. but that last for almost six months and I don’t really understand why. I mean, there were some little things...
everything
gaaaaaaaaaahsahdasgdsagdsa
so good.
in circles
nevermind.
out of context.
I really hate being known as that “metal kid” and being misjudged as some metal douchebag who listens to SUICIDE SILENCE and A DAY TO REMEMBER and CANNIBAL CORPSE and ESCAPE THE FATE.
even though a lot of that isn’t really METAL, it’s just how I’m judged. and I fucking hate it.
Quicksand, Failure, Shiner, Hum are some of my favorite bands of all time. if only they...