eggroll

Huh. Not many fans on WriteSomething's Fan Page on Facebook... Wow. This is a first. I actually like the music you're into. Our mp3 players should have sex. Walking advertisement knows no limits. Was I the only kid who ever watched Pecola and thought it was the most amazing thing that ever hit television? Yeah, I was. My name is Catalyst. I'm going to stay up ALL night and enjoy this sweet sound called silence. What if I was dangerous? Make work fun again. Raise your right hand and repeat after me; "I... promise that I will never have a boring day ever again." Have you ever had a dream and you swore to God that it wasn't your own? I hung out at a soup kitchen the other day. Nah, I wasn't there for the food. A friend of mine recently taught me how to do a few card tricks. I thought I'd try it out with a bunch of people I've never seen before. I was a silent magician. They liked it. A letter to a rival. The new plan is the old plan. Chase them blindly. Times change and I'm doing my best to keep up. I'm fun again. Take my hand. I want you to see this. I constantly ask myself, "Why did I ever stop talking to you?" They cloud our vision and invade our thoughts. Let's never let them in. It wouldn't be right for us. Thoroughly happy with life. Keep yourself entertained. Don't come to me expecting to make your life seem more interesting. I'm not your jester. Fuck anarchy. Mankind just doesn't work that way, so quit wasting your time supporting stuff that won't make sense in the long run anyways. There are just some people in this world that are meant to be single. Perhaps you're one of them. Mirrors are doors. You just need to figure out how to walk through them. "But if you weren't reading, I wouldn't have much of a reason to write." I've created little imaginary problems so I can sit around all day and make it seem like I'm coming across some major truth. Never have a normal day. Intruder! I know your identity now! Fear should be met with humorous physical strength. I bet you haven't hung out at a beach like this. You're too late. They don't care about you anymore. Should've jumped in when you had the chance. You rock. I want to cut you out and paste you into my sketchbook. "We need to come back down and face what we've become." Whoever says that "Love is an illusion" needs to be loved. I'll fight you with a spoon. Huh. Three years later, and I still want an OMG, despite the fact that I hate what Gaia has become. "What does 'PWN' mean? Playing with needles?" Bunneen. Huh. Is that what you called them? New Year's Resolutions: Eat as much as I possibly can, smoke 10 packs a day, and put off everything until the deadline passes. Hello, Alone! I was once told that, "A life without love is not a life at all" or something along those lines. Well, certainly, they didn't mean that one needed to be in love with one individual. No. I want to fall in love again, but not like that. I'd like to take my time. You keep me on the edge. I am never sad because I'm too busy being angry at you. Let's go on a biking road trip. I saw my ex-girlfriend at the movies with her friends. I waved and she got all excited, running over to me to say 'hi'. We talked for a while and my god she is beautiful. I feel like an idiot now. I could've gone in for a hug but I didn't. She just gave me one of her genuine laughs and ran back over to her life without me. "Three's a crowd," he said. "I can't have both of you around me and I am sure as hell that I'm not leaving." He pointed his two pistols at each of them and smirked. "Only one of them's loaded. Wanna find out which one?" Hey! Remember this?! We took it five seconds ago. We were so young then... I'm burning down bridges. "If there is no audience, then there is no purpose for me, is there?" There are some people out there who don't mind following a path others pave for them. Why does everyone look down upon that? What if that's what the person honestly wanted? It pretty much always means 'no'. It's actually not that bad. You should try it sometime. You know, living? "These are the best years of your life," they say. "Make the most of it." But they never stick around long enough to tell you how. The sound is distorted, like my perception of you. If we all just pretend that we are happy, maybe we'll start to believe it and this world would be a better place. Hah! Fat chance of that happening. Too many whiny people in the world; myself included. I've kept an open door for your kindness. I'm just waiting for you to want it. Well, now you have to make a choice. What means more to you? Your friends or a potential relationship? Shitshitshit! I think I'm falling in love with you. Don't worry. I got this. Just give me a moment to remember why I hate you. Like the guy who's spitting out cuss words in every "wise remark" he makes thinks he has half a brain. "What am I doing wrong?" he asks himself. "I'm funny. I hang out with people. I'm charismatic. I'm nice. I'm serious. I'm fun. I'm hard working. I'm responsible. I'm sentimental and everything. What's wrong with me?" Sheesh, people online. D: The future is upon us. "I'm gonna go for it." I don't want to be like you when I grow up. I know that. I'm afraid of your future, so I hang out with you so I can scare myself into doing something productive. And in a single moment of weakness, I wanted to be the one for you. I got over that quickly. I was taken back in time and I felt myself getting nervous. I know what happens next and I don't want to live through it again. Can we leave this place? I don't want to be here. Close your eyes for me and imagine you're on top of a parking garage during a summer sunset. Your standing on the edge, and your feet are hooked under the metal bars. You reach your hands up to the sky and feel the wind wrapping the space around you. The sun is so big, but it's all right there in front of you. It's almost as if you can grasp it in your arms and pull it down towards you. Your friends are sitting around you and that same painful song is echoing in your head. It's taunting you, but you decide to ignore it and live in the now. For a moment, you're on top of the world; your world. You can't imagine a single place you would rather be than right here. I got really tired halfway through the gig, and in that, I felt like reaching out to someone and holding them as I closed my eyes for a while. I fought myself to stay awake, but that longing feeling I had was horrible. How long has it been since I've held someone? I have nothing but this lowly and beaten up heart in my hands. It's not much, but to you, I hope it's worth something. Christmas means carnage. One should understand that while friends may come and go, loved ones are, and SHOULD be, forever. So, if you had to make a choice between hanging out with your boyfriend/girlfriend or your friends, it SHOULD be your friends, unless your boyfriend/girlfriend can honestly get along with ALL your friends. Maintain the relationships you have with your friends. Don't be so preoccupied with spending time with the one you're dating because no matter what happens, your girlfriend/boyfriend should BE there for you despite the inconveniences. So hangout with your friends and stop dragging your boyfriend/girlfriend around like a security blanket. Bros before hoes and chicks before dicks. 1497 I can hear you crying through the song you put in that mixed CD for me. Usually, I don't pay much attention to the lyrics, but I know that you do that. You attach people and events to songs the way I do. Oh, masochist; please move on. SunnyDay! :D I hope you have a wonderful Christmas holiday. "The only thing that annoys me about you... is your creativity." Wait, what? That's it?! "It's awesome, but I'm a jerk, so naturally, that annoys me about you. A lot of things annoy me." My "creativity" annoys you... you are one messed up fruit loop. Use me as you will. If I cannot choose for myself, then I might as well support you in your choices. Hm. Does a obligatory "Thank you" usually follow a compliment like that? Haha. Nah. We'll be honest and straight forward. Actually, the feeling's pretty mutual, 23. You're one of the more interesting users, in my opinion. Alone for the holidays. Thank GOD. I can see your soul, and I must say; I've never seen something so pathetic in my life. They make it too easy for people to get their attention and control their interests. That both bothers and fascinates me. I'd like some of that control... if only I didn't hate them so much. Authors are gods. You should pray or alter the plot yourself. How many people who say "Bros before hoes" actually abide by that rule? 0? I thought so. He radiates happiness. This is why, above all people, I respect and honor His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama, Tenzin Gyatso. It's not that I'm afraid of heights. I mean, c'mon. Who doesn't love the feeling of being on top of the world? What I'm really afraid of is falling. Talk as if the whole world is listening. Relationships are overrated. I've lost all sense of time. Stop wasting your time trying to figure out what makes you happy. Go out and help someone. "My heart belongs to three." She threw out the number three with her fingers. "Myself, My God, and Mike Shinoda." Pay no mind to the rebel. I promise to take pictures if you promise not to pose. "And the ten minutes striking up a conversation with that strange kid in homeroom sometimes matters more than every other part of high school combined." - Randall Munroe Relapsing is beautiful, if you know how to do it right. "Sometimes, you need to learn how to walk invisible." "I got a black cat bone, I got a mojo too. I got John the Conqueror root. I'm gonna mess with you." Angels and Demons are ordered by The Hierarchy to not interfere with human affairs. Of course, they have their way of getting through the system. Yes, it's forbidden, but because most humans can't see them, half-breeds believe that it shouldn't matter. Well, it does. A pure human society should be maintained without their damn finagling. A select few are born with the duty of keeping the separation. It is up to US to make sure THEY stay out of it, but it's a hypocrite's job. We are immortal. We have the ability to regenerate the destroyed and damaged areas of our body. Sounds fun and all, but our souls can neither rest in heaven nor burn in hell. Locked out of the afterlife and their burdens heavy on our shoulders. We are few, but the lives we change are many. "Like mere dolls, they were pinned against the wall with giant thumbtacks, piercing their shoulders straight through their backs." I had someone read my palm once. Of course, I was skeptical, but the first thing he said to me was that I had a weird thought process. I've never met him before in my entire life, so it was surprising for me to hear that as the first thing he got from reading my palm. "I want to die in an avalanche," she told me. "When we all get old and our grandchildren are in school, I'll be the one grandmother they'll talk about. 'My grandma died in an avalanche. How did YOURS die? NATURAL CAUSES? HAHA!'" What have you left me with? Ruins? I remember feeling the end upon us. It was like walking in the dark and knowing that you were coming up to a wall soon. You don't know what it looks like and you have no signs of knowing for sure. You can just feel it... It was odd, though. I felt this sense of dread but I couldn't put a name on it. When we say that the world is a lot better off without you, it's supposed to motivate you to challenge us with a fiery passion. Three branches on a love line. I remembered what parts were me, now. I know who I am. I'm remembering the happy moments and smiling. I am going to nail you all to a tree, upside down from your feet. Slowly but surely. Did you know that Monopoly was invented during the Great Depression? "Oh yaaaay! You won, but you're STILL fucking poor! Hah! Yeah, now get back to work." "Forgetting is painful for those who remember." All the stressed out suicidal people in the world need to GET WITH IT. And I finally found that life goes on without you, and my world still turns when you're not around. And I finally found that all your actions write the melodies to the songs that we sing. "Courtney is a slut. Comments?" If I had a sharpie at the time I was pissing, I would've written "LOL" in really big letters. In a "Girls Only" wall of graffiti, I'll be the one fucking it up with a smile. They leave me alone and at the end of the day, I'm left with what I have done. "I'm in love with a girl who wears knee high boots and poofy skirts." If you had to define yourself using a song, book, poem, celebrity, movie, show, artwork or whatever, what would it be and why? He's abandoned us all. "We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?" Will I have to leave you in the past with all my other memories? I'm easy to identify. Everyone knows me for my cuff links. I befriend loners and we use each other as substitute people. That way, people will leave us the fuck alone instead of wasting our time asking us why we avoid others. I don't want to become part of your generalization. She tends to think in extremes. So then, I thought, "Well, why not? I don't have anything better to do and if there really is a meaning in all of this, I'd like to be part of that." "Look. I haven't gotten anybody else in the world right now. Everyone... they're all gone. There isn't a single unique individual in my life and I've seem to surround myself with impressionable people. They're like bloody seagulls, repeating what the other one is saying. I'm sick of it. So, whenever I think about someone who might be constant... I think of you, and I don't even know who you are. I have an idea, but the rest is just a work of fiction. I know that. You've even told me before. You're only what I think you are. You're not real, but you are to me. So, perhaps I'm just in love with a character I've created... What? Oh no! No, no. Did I say love? I mean that in the- nonono. Not like that at all. I just really like-... well, I'll just keep my mouth shut." Yeah, she still wears it, but that doesn't mean she likes you any more than before. She figures that you can't hate objects because they can't be held accountable for the vile things people choose to do. "... and its not like were together or anything." It's not! But I don't think that matters when someone you know dies in a war. You said, "You don’t know me. You don’t even care." Oh yeah. She said, "You don’t know me. You don't wear my chains." Oh yeah. Yeah. First strike! Cut you wide open. I crowd surf with a surf board. "Jump people! Jump HIGHER! I want a wave!" These clocks, they turn and never stopping. We find ourselves lost without reason or cause. If our purpose differs from person to person, why are we all bound to this tedious work? And they stare at you with big eyes, watching. Always watching and always judging. Debating: Should we close up this gap with some form of connection? Or would that be pointless and a bad idea because I can't think of a single thing I'd want to say to you when I get there? Conversation is so difficult for you, isn't it? Just talk about something interesting. Forget formalities. Get right to the point. You know, you're the only reason why I have yet to detach myself from this damn lifeless machine they call a computer. Maybe if I had a cell phone, I wouldn't waste my time on this thing so often. He's really not all that mysterious. You're fueling the fire. Just ignore it. Wait, so who says we can't quote? "Some glory in their birth, some in their skill, some in their wealth, some in their bodies' force, some in their garments though new-fangled ill, some in their hawks and hounds, some in their horse; And every humour hath his adjunct pleasure, wherein it finds a joy above the rest: But these particulars are not my measure; All these I better in one general best. Thy love is better than high birth to me, richer than wealth, prouder than garments' cost, of more delight than hawks or horses be; and having thee, of all men's pride I boast: Wretched in this alone, that thou mayst take all this away and me most wretched make." "Hey! You know what we should do?" No. What? "When we get older, we should go up to NY every year for the holidays." You making it a tradition? "Yeah." Alright then. "Yay!" I've always wanted to be in NY for the holidays, anyways. If I had the chance to talk to you, I wouldn't know what to say. I'd want to buy you a coffee and a cinnamon bagel, but after that, I wouldn't really know what to do next. When we were Freshman, I remember getting really angry at him for stealing my ID and chasing him around the darkroom with my fists clenched. I wasn't actually angry. In fact, we couldn't stop laughing. That was when the beginning of summer felt good. Yes you will! You should join us the next time you see us. Oh, and don't use, "There weren't any empty chairs at that table" as an excuse. Pull one over and sit. Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong... for you. Everyday it's a new problem with you. For once, can we just live in this moment where nothing bad is literally happening to you? Yeah, I know! Shut up, Life. What happened? All of a sudden I'm extremely unmotivated and tired. I don't feel like sleeping or staying awake. This feels terrible. I said those same exact words once in my life. I didn't get an answer though. I pray that you will. I'm really not up to it. I'm sorry. Mockery taken as a compliment is still pathetic. You should have mornings the way I have mornings. Sticky rice and chili paste. She has the darkest eyes I've ever seen. "And for a good reason! Hey, stay away from her, you hear me? I don't feel like losing another person to the mess she's created for herself." Don't worry. I'd like you regardless. I think everyone should start and finish one story in their lifetime. Be it long or short, fiction or nonfiction, funny or serious, epic or boring. Please write. It's never too late to start something. Stay right here. Don't move. I have a surprise for you. I spent my Friday night with old people. Volunteering. Yup. Write one song a day. That's how I get through the day. Write one song a day. That's how I get through the day. Wow, that really FUCKED UP everything, didn't it? Haha! Raise your hand if you're happy! Alright, now put your hands down if you were being honest. Yeah, that's right. "Make us proud!" they told me. I smiled and nodded knowing that I'll be letting them down. It's so easy to be sad. Stand up and happy for once. If you don't know for what, then do it in spite of the world. Commence alienation. Tag! Tag! Tag! I remember when I was a kid, I ran out into the front of grandma's house and saw a kid riding on a water buffalo. That was really something. I wanted join him. You're like my anchor. My big insensitive and vulgar anchor keeping me from losing my way in the real world. Maybe I'm the one who is a schizophrenic psycho, yeah. Sudden feeling of cold sweat. I'm actually a lot happier than this. We should speed this story up. I've got the medieval flail and brass knuckles. There's little meat in the diet we have. You learn to appreciate grain. Loner will remain that way. People need to "become fans" of things on their own, not soon after I "become a fan". Then it's just annoying. You collect... postcards? You're cool. =\ Ah god. Stand back, people! She's getting theoretical again. I thought that the moon was a certain color depending on where you were when you looked at it, but I was on the phone with someone in NY a while ago, and it looked the same to them. It was yellow-orange an hour ago. I think therefore, I am. Am I? What if someone else thought that I could think? What then? He was wrong somehow. Would he? If you haven't noticed, Mike Shinoda is an awesome rapper. Regardless of warnings, the future doesn't scare me at all. Nothing's like before. Adding a name to everything you write doesn't make it seem more 'epic'. Wait, so what's so hard about getting an account? PAGE PURGE! engima ought to get an account, 'cause the posts are becoming redundant. Now I did! Actually, I was wondering how "Croatia" was pronounced, but I figured it out. Yeah. Dumb moment for me. Ahaha. 1393 The Pokemon Theme Song. Well, that made my day. Egg Roll Fighters? :D I wish you were all prudes. Save your words for the next page. I'll have a book saved up for you later. Promise. It is WAY to cold in this house! I'm happy. YES!! I'm at the fourth stage! That means I have only one more to go before I completely not care about any of it anymore. A moment of happiness during the stage of depression. Like spears to the chest, I vowed not to go that way anymore. Summer was so beautiful. Rioting for the sake of rioting. Because you want to feel important; that you're supporting some sort of greater cause. You're not. We all know that you're just waving that torch around because you've been waiting to start an uproar all your life. Eggroll was a nickname my two friends gave to me. I couldn't think of anything else at the moment so I went with that. Hm. Why "Twentythree"? Is it a favorite number or is it significant somehow? I am most definitely a human. Something true? Oh god... Lemme think for a moment. C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER. Making things up is just so much better than telling the truth sometimes. Maybe we wouldn't worry so much. For the time being, I'll sit here and worry. We should just remain a mystery to each other. I think we need this sense of curiosity. I know I do. I think who we really are is boring and that what we create is all we need to explain ourselves to each other. SUNNYDAY!! How do you pronounce Croatia? My friends and I got into a funny argument about that this morning. I wouldn't know it was you, but in a way, I think I'd like to keep it that way. I'd imagine that an image would create a biased opinion not needed in here on WriteSomething. Wouldn't you agree? What if we stayed like this with names to conceal what we are? So I got on a really old screen name to see what my profile looked like. "If I could redo that day after school, I would've put my pride away, turned around to look at you and said something like, 'I'm sorry' or 'Can't we start over again?' instead of walking away and ignoring you." Wow. How incredibly old. It was a nice dream, however. Sad, but nice. Like a song aimed at one person in particular but everyone who listens to it thinks that it's about him or her. You know what I think would be ironic, but not at all possible, 23? If we already knew each other, or at least OF each other in real life. Haha! Come into school tomorrow, eye you for a moment or two, and then laugh really hard at how the odds were against this happening. Keitaro stared at the college students in awe. "They're so focused," he thought. "Like they're completely absorbed into everything the professor is saying. I could only hope that I would be just like them when I get into Tokyo U." Twentythree, you confuse me. How is one supposed to differentiate your free writing from your responses to other posts? 1366. ALL I ask for this year is some black socks for Christmas. That's ALL I ask for. I don't know how, but they're disappearing into the nothingness of this household and I'm just about ready to go legally insane. Haha! Like we couldn't have ONE page where there isn't at least one post about human reproduction/pleasure. And yet, that's such a common definition for so many people, isn't it? But company hates misery with a burning passion. We are NOT sorry that the feeling isn't mutual. If I asked you to define yourself, what would you say? And if you really knew me, do you think you'd still want to talk to me? The point is to let it die. DOA for a reason. You mind if I borrow your right brain for a day or two? People who sit around and worry about the fate of the world and mankind need to get themselves a scone and enjoy it. I thought about making my first tattoo a black 'X' on the back of my left hand, but I figured I could just use a sharpie for when I want it to be on there. If there was a way to turn off the infatuated side of me, I'd shut it down for all of time. Loved by some. Loyal to one. Hated by none. Let the temperature drop a few more degrees. I want it to snow. You know, I think that
People should speak in haikus.
It's poetic talk. It's raining. Maybe if it wasn't so cold, I'd be outside. "You complete me!" Bullshit. You are your own person and you don't need anyone else to fill in the imaginary holes you have in your personality. "Is anybody out there? Hello, Alone!" George and Lenny. Keepin' it professional since 2007. The two of us just make parodies. That's it, but you know what? It's fun. We like it. Retard Olympics phrase. This website isn't done on real time. D: Wow. THAT was an overused phrase. True, but overused. “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a frack.” Wow, I laughed at that. Only for a moment, 'cause I imagined it as a cartoon. Then I thought about seeing it in real life. God DAMN, man. The poor mice. It's insides and blood boiled. WOW. “My bologna has a first name. It’s A-D-O-L-F.” Does he ask to hold your hand? Or does he walk beside you with his hands in his pockets, looking towards his destination as you stare at him in awe? One or the other, kid. Pick the one you'd want. Wait, they're not? Even when you shake the jar with the kitten inside? I think that's "aww" worthy. Doesn't everyone? xD You're part of the audience because you know everything that's going on. :O In the story, everyone falls in love with the main character who is oblivious to it all. Clichéd, huh? I'm so used to the insults, that when I finally got a compliment, I laughed. "I want to be your last first love. Right here beside me with arms and eyes opened wide." I think I lost Ale. Wait, but that's not my fault! What did I do? I'm still making the effort to talk to him and I haven't changed! Oh god! I probably remind him of you and he doesn't want to think about it. This is horrible. I've lost Ale! If I saw myself as the opposite gender and got to know the person, I'd probably hate 'em. I dislike people who are too much like me. Eggroll wants a digital camera for Christmas. Yeah, I'll bite. I miss being able to say "I love you" to someone and mean it. Alright. Sad nostalgic moment is over. Get into the midset of what this is. This is your MIND. I'm thinking of a roll. We inhabit the abandoned underground subway. You haven't seen the city until you've seen what's under it. I hate it when they pull me by the tie, as if they control me. I just want to yank it from their hands and punch them in the gut, but I won't. I'm waiting for the perfect moment. I looked out the window and saw a couple laughing as they kissed each other near the bridge. I want to be silly and in love again... No, I take that back. I don't ever want to turn into that. What if I told you that your voice echoes in my mind? I don't know what it sounds like, but it's your words that I can hear so clearly. And when I write, I think about the things you would say in return. The sketches I make are all of what I think you might look like. No, I'm not obsessed. It's this curiosity that's killing me. I love A Softer World. I love free coffee. It's a Fraternity/Fight Club... That makes sense. "Aw! Hell! Can't stop us now!" He can't possibly care about you as much as I do. Tell me everything turned out alright. Hey. We should make out, 'cause we're both shallow fucks looking for a weak moment to indulge in. You're quick to say, "I love you." I hate that. When it's all over for you, I want to be there to pick up the pieces. You wouldn't want to go out with me. I'm a naïve lover. Life was so beautiful. Or maybe I was apathetic all along... I wanted you to be a part of this. You just weren't interested. Collecting glass bottles. Reasonably mean. Can we keep it at that? Are you trying to bridge a gap I'm trying to keep open? They should consider themselves fucking lucky 'cause I have all the patience in the world for jerks like them. There she goes... bitter as ever. I missed you too. When true love becomes exclusive, you know there's something wrong with this world full of "intelligent beings". I have done over one thousand hours of volunteer work only to realize one thing: I REALLY hate people. Fortune cookies tell weird things these days. "In god we trust;all others must pay cash" Them? I love that song. It reminds me of a time where I thought my life was beautiful. Every morning, I woke up happy with who I was and the future wasn't something I was afraid of because I thought I wasn't alone. My ideas always fail because they're not realistic enough. You told me to calm down, and I became apathetic. I wanted to be independent, and I forgot how to love. You told me to relax, and I lost all ambition. I wanted to know who I was, and now I'm left with questions. None of this is your fault. I just wish I wasn't so extreme. You know that feeling of being hopelessly useless no matter what you do? It's terrible. You just want to disappear. "You're the most important person in my life... Okay, you can stop laughing at me now." LOLOL AIM!? NO WAI. People can get so boring on AIM... Travel to the moon. Uhg. Just please, go kill yourself... Back and forth. Back and forth. GOOD NIGHT, SUNNYDAY! :D FUCK! I MISSED THE 1337 PAGE. I am depressed... and now I'm over it. D: I think that means more than saying "I love you" these days. I promise you. ♫ Everywhere I look, they are there. What is everyone doing? Going to a home. To a place that makes us feel warm. A place that grants us a smile. Seems like a very simple idea, but not hardly figured out. Looking everywhere. I just see faces. Faces staring blank as they go on with the routine. This routine. Nothing new. It's time to go through with this. A spaceman. That’s what they say I am. Nothing but a spaceman. Always pushing it all away. Trying to get to that one place I call home. The journey begins. Forcing a new life with the unexplained. A creeping rush that surrounds me. Floating. Floating away. Always pushing it all away. Trying to get to that one place I call home. My own planet. I allowed this wish. Unexpected. Not knowing why. Wonder why I question it now. I'm my own planet. Not many can experience this sensation. Loneliness is creeping out or in, however you think of it. But it sure is surrounding me. Maybe all the complaining is an occurrence of boredom. I suppose it’s too late. I am floating farther and farther away. I did love. I did laugh. I did live. Now I’m my own planet. A spaceman. They say I am. A spaceman. Planets everywhere. My own destiny. I’m floating towards the sun. The sun of nothing. Floating towards the sun, the sun of nothing. I have become the sun of nothing. Nothing is here. Memories are not clear. Floating to the sun. Farther away. I can't believe that’s what it has come to. I never really had it all that bad. I just looked around and never thought about the blank stares. Blank stares. They were looking into something much worse than what I thought I was. Selfishness is a very sticky quality of this species. Looking around. I don't see any faces. Yes I am lonely. It’s to be expected. I’ll sleep now. Dream waves. ♫ When in Rome, do what the Romans do. Have you seen it? It's great. They got stuff. Not everyone's on Central Time. xD Some people are in Europe. Now self-destruction... "For the benefit of Mr. Kite, there'll be a show tonight!" Why not? I put Poe right next to Shakespeare, 'cause I thought that even though they seemed like opposites, there had to be someone out there who appreciated the complete works of both writers together. I'm waiting for the 1337 page. Wouldn't it? Don't ever change. Please, I really like you the way you are. "I know how I want our next chill day to go. It'll be JUST like our last one, only this time, we'll try some place new for a bite to eat. We'll bring a few more people who are willing to have a very low-key day. We'll go into shops and try on funny outfits. We'll wave to random people who walk by us. We'll explore the places of downtown that we don't usually go to. We'll go to the park again. We can lie around in a circle to just talk and say hello to the people who pass us. Then, at sunset, we'll race to the top of the parking garage and stand on the railing so it feels like we can hug the sky. We'll scream and declare our virtue. We'll sing songs and make wishes on nothing. Then we'll run back to the park just in time for the movie. We'll sit towards the side, talking, watching the movie, and stuffing our faces with candy and food." Not one piece of advice? Not one comment? I'd still like your input, if that even matters to you anymore. "IT WAS MAGICAL." So magical, I almost puked. 1331 Bring me along next time you decide to OD alone. "You saved my life... though i doubt you know it." But I haven't done anything at all. I'm so bad at starting conversations with people I like. "Um, so...! I was just wondering, but what are your thoughts on theoretical idea of there being a tenth dimension? Do you think we could achieve time travel with somehow reaching the fourth or... erm... Yeah, that was a really bad way to start a conversation. I'm sorry. Lemme start over- Oh... No! Nonono! Please! I'm-I'm not crazy. Don't leave now. I-I really do want to talk to you. Not about anything nerdy, I know. I'm really sorry about all that. I'm just having a hard time figuring out what to say to you." I live off of other people's optimism. Oh, I'm so up for a conversation. Just anything, as long as it has nothing to do with people. That'll just make me upset. Let's talk about YOUR life for a change. Please. Selectively insensitive. Aw hell! Can't stop us now! The definition of "good" is shot. Too in love with myself to love you. I make time for me, and I've become incredibly selfish ever since. It's simple. You start by saying, "Hello" and then continue the conversation by talking about something you think is interesting. The worst that could happen is me not being interesting, but at least you'll know what not to talk about next time around. I say, "Make time to look at yourself in the mirror and feel good about the way you look." I JUST WANNA TELL YOU HOW I'M FEELIN'. xD Gotta make you UNDERSTAND. Arguing for the sake of arguing? It's fun as long as no one takes it personally. Well, this is terrible. I avoid people for the entire day because I don't feel like talking to anyone. Now that I do, everyone's asleep or out doing things. God damn, my timing is horrible. And in one moment of weakness, you WILL give in. A Straight Edge Bartender? Is there such a thing? I'll make it happen. We went around town posting stickers that simply said, "You don't need it" on advertisements. You know who you are. As real as they come because they don't come at all. For once, this has nothing to do with our emotions. Guns and teacups. I can get used to this. Frederick sitting upon a large hill, wishing he was a mountain. Watching the sunrise and never looking at the end. Clear winter air. Stars so abundant, and hands that could hold the world. I forgot what it was all like. In December? How boring. You ought to go out this weekend, or have a friend hangout with you as you hang drywall so you have someone to talk to. Aw! I love how you've embedded a part of me into your habits. Now, I know I've certainly blown this whole thing up. I know that's not you. I just wish I had given it another name and another face. Your genuine praise made me smile. I wish I knew how to make you feel happy for me. Were you ever proud of me? Thank God we hate each other. I remember that. I remember running as fast as I could into the night to get away from this place. "Make them all go away. Make them all go away," I said over and over again. I started to cry and the cold winter air stung my face. Running away is such a weak action, but at that one moment, I felt like it was the only thing I could ever do. Admitting that you know nothing still means that you know nothing. So stop making it seem like you're all high and mighty 'cause now it's just annoying that you've admitted it and now you're not DOING anything about it. Could you just NOT exist? Yeah, that'd be great. "You know, you can't be angry at me forever." I know, but to you, forever is relative. So it'll definitely seem like forever to you. I loved your smile because at least I knew you were smiling at me. Ah, yes. I'm greedy like that. Eheh! I like you. ^^ The way you seem so restless and defiant reminds me of myself sometimes. I wish there was a name, instead of a number. I came in that morning with my headphones on holding the headphone splitter attached to it. "My I join you in your world? I'm getting tired of being in mine for the moment." Obsessed with moving forward. Obsessed with the past. Obsessed with thinking that I'm going somewhere. How does one live in the moment? What is there mentality like? An equal balance of the future and the past to do what they want in the present, right? I'd like to think that you were hurt at that moment, or that at least for a split second, I crossed your mind and it was painful for you. I think that might be my cynical side talking. Was I always like this? Was I like this four years ago? "Look at that. I bounced back." Don't I look fine? Sometimes, I can hear something breathing in the room when I'm all alone. Try to take pictures as secretly as you can when you have a camera at some social event, no matter how formal or informal. The best pictures are taken when people are themselves; when they don't know and don't care about what others see. Yeah... It's actually kind of sad. In real life, I have no patience or respect for those who go out with more than one person at once when he or she knows that they wouldn't like it. You ought to settle it. Pick one, because you're being unfair in so many ways. I never write the endings to my stories. Things that are finite kind of depress me. Not unless your two boyfriends know about the ENTIRE situation and the three of you are honestly and perfectly fine with it. Become the person you want to fall in love with. Eggnog? :D Oh! I remember that phase! It was a cute moment in time. Humiliating to look back on, but quaint in the juvenile way. You'll move on from it. It'll all turn into power that you'll use to help you move on. I'm a few years behind. Bear with me. I think it'll take a while until I'm used to my own time period. And at that moment, can you honestly say that you were happy with yourself? You disgust me, love. I mourn the loss of you. Get a blog? Why? So that this all becomes organized? Never! It seems like every day is pie day. Ahaha. xD You have a good day too, SunnyDay. :D Stop trying to make people happy and stir up some trouble. She said I have to stop being so bitter about it. I tell others not to be so bitter about their own situations. Now look at me. I'm such a horrible hypocrite, aren't I? When I fell in love with a dreamer, I found myself getting lost in the endless waters of his mind, but I was at peace with myself and the world. I couldn't ask for anything more than that. That feeling of being satisfied and content with everything... I knew this was exactly how I wanted to live the rest of my life. SunnyDay, I made it up and put it in quotes because I visualized an imaginary person saying it. Shut up! I know it's my fault! I know I'm causing this. I know all of that! I've only been listening to people tell me that directly and indirectly for the longest time now. I just have yet to figure out how to do this "happiness shift" from one part of my life to another. I mean, I vaguely know WHAT to do but I can't figure out how. It's just hard, that's all. I'm confused. Should I do it alone or should I have people help me? I see the weakness proverbs in each. So which one do I choose? Clearly, I'm making this more complicated than it seems. It's simple, isn't it? Just do? Right? Right. I don't even know why I'm freaking out. I'm not... I'm not. Naa' pok sig ni? Violent Vegetarians. I had a dream you were able to ruin everything all over again. It was interesting. Inspire me now! For once, this has nothing to do with our emotions. I was a machine with a flesh-like exterior. "I love you!! ... NO, I don't care about sex. I said I loved you! I can't believe society ruined this moment." Nog? Wait, what? 1276. Close your eyes. Where do you see yourself when you imagine your mind at peace? Naïve one, you make me gag. People ruin their lives because they begin to start something that society labels as "bad" but they don't go through with it to it's entirety. You haven't taken the ENTIRE bottle of pills. You haven't fucked EVERYONE in the state. You haven't killed ENOUGH people. They stop halfway 'cause they either snap and conform again, or they become to afraid of what they've become. Well, GO. Reach THAT limit. I want to see some edges in life knocked down. You are my artwork. I am fascinated by your presence every time I look at you. I love what you've become. You are simply divine. Hate will do. "Self-improvement is masturbation. Now self-destruction..." There are people who make this world sad. I've made it my duty to destroy them all. Just remember: We all die alone. My focus is on the important things; watching the sun go down, feeding the ducks at the park, exploring new places around town and drinking the last bottle of sparkling cider. It's obvious backwards. "As long as I got popcorn, I'm DANDY! 8D" Good morning! Don't make life all about THIS. Certainly, if that's what it was all about, I'd kill myself. Pull yourself from the past, girl. Is it worth saying "I love you" even if it's in vain? "When I play doctor, I play to win." Don't make a profit from your negative emotions. Then what? Why won't this document open? Does it know I don't want to look at it? I hate visiting painful pasts. If you write something, you know we [heart] it. I actually saw a Buddhist monk today. It's really something to see someone laugh genuinely. I can't remember any happy moments that don't make me sad in the end anymore. "All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think is what we become." Do not seek me for comfort. I am only here to make the happy moments even happier. "I do not try to heal my friends. I do my own mental work and heal myself. This is the best thing I can do for others." A blog and I have nothing to say. Armed with a bubble gun. It's a collective journal! Ah! I'm turning it all into a mini chatroom. Mkay, I'll stop. WOAH!! It is ISH. That is the FIRST time I have seen you on WS in a LONG time. xD Do you heart it too? I was always told not to pick up hitchhiker girls with umbrellas. 1274. Neko-san... Wow. I don't think I've ever had to show respect to a cat before. xD Nah. There are others. I can't sleep and nothing else on the internet is interesting. Look back at the other pages. I try to find you in everything. Typewriters make good friends. In that moment, I swear we were infinite. My lies are easy to keep track of. "The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware; joyously, drunkenly, serenely, and divinely aware." A song a week. You don't need a drug to help you be creative! That should come naturally to someone who's truly inspiring. I severely dislike it when people do things with their own free will but act like they don't care, as if they were forced to do it. "Oh, you did a survey. What was the title, again? 'umm, sure... I did a survey. =\'" Well, THAT'S annoying.