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So it finally happened. I finally uploaded deviations. Ha. I told you it would happen and it did. How do you feel about yourselves now? Doubting me all this time.
Things to do today.
- Bask in the joy of new lurrve
- Get in touch with my inner Sick Puppies groupie
- Figure out the finances of getting a premium membership
- Listen to some songs about the zombie apocalypse
- Read more of the Grapes of Wrath
- Find a band-aid... or four. Does anyone have some?
- Trick out my walkman with song lyrics. Yeah....
- Find a used tape-player online
- Write some postcards! (Virginia is For Lovers. Oh. Kills Me everytime)
- Make some new playlists. It's about time we refurnished the old playlists
- Read some horrible book about a whale (not Moby Dick. That dominates)
- Stop writing lame to-do lists on dev-art
I hope you all enjoy the new deviations. And I have had so much caffeine that my eyes hurt from not being able to blink. Agh.
--Hanz
Things to do today.
- Bask in the joy of new lurrve
- Get in touch with my inner Sick Puppies groupie
- Figure out the finances of getting a premium membership
- Listen to some songs about the zombie apocalypse
- Read more of the Grapes of Wrath
- Find a band-aid... or four. Does anyone have some?
- Trick out my walkman with song lyrics. Yeah....
- Find a used tape-player online
- Write some postcards! (Virginia is For Lovers. Oh. Kills Me everytime)
- Make some new playlists. It's about time we refurnished the old playlists
- Read some horrible book about a whale (not Moby Dick. That dominates)
- Stop writing lame to-do lists on dev-art
I hope you all enjoy the new deviations. And I have had so much caffeine that my eyes hurt from not being able to blink. Agh.
--Hanz
Maybe.
I keep writing because... well, why?
With my soul so precariously bound between a void that I have brushed and fear and a life I am no longer willing to accept, why do I keep writing?
Because once, there was someone who used to check this profile on a regular basis- who read my words for the love of me and knew me for them. Whatever illusions exist on solid ground now, they are only illusions, because I am here, clean of the ghosts of shouts and pain.
Whatever ground that the person stands on now, whichever side of the void, if they touch this part of me again, I can't help but feel like I will somehow know that they have done so and brea
Devious Journal Entry
Hope, my friends.
Hope, to any who read this.
Hope is everything.
I Might As Well Be New To This Town
I seem bent on my own destruction.
My loves are vicious. Rather, my love, which is singular and a bitter drink when sipped alone.
My writing is empty. It is full of almosts and slightlys and halfway theres.
My life is a whirlwind. I fill it with tasks and phantom duties so that I can avoid the things I am too weak to try for.
I am a fool. In nearly every facet of life, I surrender to my own weaknesses instead of taking life as it should be.
And I'm cold and won't close the window. Masochism? Yeah, maybe.
It's time for some upheaval. Some self-revolution. My cells need to revolt and save my spirit from it's own deep and consuming sorro
What a Morning
This morning I had to wake up at 3:00 to finish my homework as I was exhausted out of my everlovin' mind by around 9:30 last night (insane.). I grumbled all the way downstairs, finished my paper in an hour and suddenly had two hours to kill. Meh. What do you do with two hours on a Wednesday morning in the almost-middle of February? You go outside of course. So that is what I did.
I very slowly got dressed, made a playlist, breathed, found a thick blanket, made some special hot chocolate, found a good pen, dug out that ridiculously thick coat that I refused to wear all through junior high because it went to my knees, and went outside.
And wh
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