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No I am not dead. It seems I haven't even logged in for... 49 weeks. Guess I sort of ran away. But I don't think anyone noticed, lulz. I doubt I shall update this journal frequently, but I will when I remember to.
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I've become the simple souvenir of someone's guilt
Like the sea, I'm constantly changing from calm to ill
14 August 2008 @ 09:28 pm
So today I went to the next town over to shop, and finally bought my love. <3 I saw it aaaages ago, but never got around to buy the DVD. Seriously, one of my favorite movies ever. Plus, it has Emile Hirsch. YUM.
Also, I bought a birthday present for a friend. I got her The Lovely Bones because she loves to read. This is one of my favorite books. x) Speaking of books, while I was at my dad's, I went to Waldenbooks and loaded up on new reading material.
- Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
- The Road, Cormac McCarthy
- Invisible Monsters, Chuck Palahniuk
- Choke, Chuck Palahniuk
I've been re-reading Breaking Dawn just for the hell of it. *shifty* Skimming, really, through my favorite parts. So... yeah, I'm a little attached to it.
Also, I bought a birthday present for a friend. I got her The Lovely Bones because she loves to read. This is one of my favorite books. x) Speaking of books, while I was at my dad's, I went to Waldenbooks and loaded up on new reading material.
- Wuthering Heights, Emily Bronte
- The Road, Cormac McCarthy
- Invisible Monsters, Chuck Palahniuk
- Choke, Chuck Palahniuk
I've been re-reading Breaking Dawn just for the hell of it. *shifty* Skimming, really, through my favorite parts. So... yeah, I'm a little attached to it.
Current Mood: 
anxious
anxious14 August 2008 @ 01:32 am
madness fills my heart and soul
as if the great divide could swallow me whole.
oh, how i'm breaking down.
this is a haunting voice.
Sometimes I'm so locked up in my own thoughts and love notes that I don't realize how much time has passed or who I've lost. I don't think I've ever wanted to be in love more than I do now. Real love. Hard love. Old love, not influenced by popular culture and media. I want what will echo down decades through old things like photo albums and old cars and rooms full of memory.
I want a quiet life in the hilly country with a coal miner and a family. I tell people I don't want kids, but the truth is... I want them more than you can comprehend. I think it's my inconsolable desire for unconditional love that makes me want them so much. Or maybe it's the reason to live you get from it. I don't know. I wish I could write down every vision I have of them in detail to explain to you the vivid truth of what it makes me feel.
I'm so different, now. I'm writing this just to prove to myself that I still exist.
I'm still here... I'm still changing.
as if the great divide could swallow me whole.
oh, how i'm breaking down.
this is a haunting voice.
Sometimes I'm so locked up in my own thoughts and love notes that I don't realize how much time has passed or who I've lost. I don't think I've ever wanted to be in love more than I do now. Real love. Hard love. Old love, not influenced by popular culture and media. I want what will echo down decades through old things like photo albums and old cars and rooms full of memory.
I want a quiet life in the hilly country with a coal miner and a family. I tell people I don't want kids, but the truth is... I want them more than you can comprehend. I think it's my inconsolable desire for unconditional love that makes me want them so much. Or maybe it's the reason to live you get from it. I don't know. I wish I could write down every vision I have of them in detail to explain to you the vivid truth of what it makes me feel.
I'm so different, now. I'm writing this just to prove to myself that I still exist.
I'm still here... I'm still changing.
Current Mood: 
gloomy
gloomyCurrent Music: sleeping sickness - city & colour