i think i can find a ticket to the warped tour

Hey Andy I'm sorry you have mono...that really sucks. and yes i think you should start up your journal again..they are interesting. This is the last entry I'm going to have for a while because i have to start looking for a job and all that responsibility jazz. good luck with the job search hannah

And the sky was made of amethyst And all the stars were just like little fish You should learn when to go You should learn how to say no Might last a day, yeah Mine is forever Well they get what they want, and they never want it again Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to Go on, take everything, take everything, I want you to I want to give the violent more violets I told you from the start just how this would end When I get what I want, then I never want it again Go on take everything, take everything, I want you to Go on take everything, take everything....

today i touched my arm to scratch it...and i jumped. "how sad...yet slightly sexy and familiar at the same time..." i've found a lover i don't have to love frogsinabucket5: julian is way too full of himself hannahorange7: hopefully not anymore frogsinabucket5: haha frogsinabucket5: you killed his spirit frogsinabucket5: w00t hannahorange7: :-D watch out xo

"promisquity is like sandpaper." no no it's the breath on the ice where everything can slither and slide "love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt do you like to hurt? i do i do- then hurt me..." i know it isn't real, don't worry if it was i would feel it get further and further away

the problem with denial is that it takes a certain kind of genius to believe your own lies. To reach maturity, as is your line of thinking, requires you to deny many thoughts inside of you. You start to find things to change about yourself and become preoccupied with those things. But the whole point of self-exploration is to learn dependency. It is good to face what you are most inclined to deny. The more accurately we see ourselves, the more dependent we realize we are. We thirst for the warmth of true love and for the thrill of real meaning. But even once we have found love, it moves...it changes shape. Sometimes I think humans are the least intelligent of all creatures-and we shouldn't even speak. prim·i·tive (prim-i-tiv) adj. 1. Anthropology. A person belonging to a nonindustrial, often tribal society, especially a society characterized by a low level of economic complexity. 2. An unsophisticated person. 3. One that is at a low or early stage of development.