College, Freshman Year

I have never been this confused in the entire span of my life - there has never been a time where so much of my day is devoted to trying to figure out what to do, what to think, who to be with, who to be.But is that not just status quo for a college-attending,…

"I woke up it was sevenI waited 'till elevenJust to figure out that no one would callI think I've got a lot of friends butI don't hear from themWhat's another night all alone?When you're spending everyday on your ownAnd here it goes..I'm just a kid and life is a nightmareI'm just a kid, I know&he...

Micki is gone, and with her death, a little part of me died. The part that led me to want to write, that made me believe that I had some inkling of talent.If a person as beautiful as Micki can be ripped from this world before she's barely had a chance to discover herself, what…

I just had THE best and most hilarious conversation with my mother.I bet she's REAL happy she gave me that journal. ;)

So I'm alone in the apartment. I'm not sure where Kourt is and Ty is at work. Mark spent the day/night yesterday and left a few hours ago. I miss him so much already - this year won't be a question of "if" we will make it, but a challenge of "how" we will get…

Dre is a WWW advisor too! I just got an e-mail from Kathy and it has a list of all of the students advisors - Sarah's brother, Matt, is on there, along with two other girls who sound REALLY familiar, a girl who also plays clarinet, and lots of other interesting sounding people.But the best…

She had always battled the strange thoughts that tried to dominate her brain - the most mundane tasks sprung forth bizarre ideas that no sane person should have fathomed.But she knew things - she knew that if she died in some sensational way, her picture would be plastered all over the news. And ...

I held it in my handsand watched as it ate throughHave you ever seen that kind of power?Without gearsWithout fireWithout sharp edgesSilent strength with a deadly underbellyand a seductively slick coatingI wish I had that kind of power

Why is everything in your life a fucking drama? Huh? Why do you have to make yourself so important, so grand, so oppressed, so fucking invincible?Grow up.

Why can't I write anymore? What happened to my passion and my inspiration?I am disappointed in myself and frustrated about this sudden change in my usual lifestyle.Perhaps it will come back soon...we shall have to wait and see.