- My friend reminded me that pseudo-intellectuals exist and now I'm seeing them all over. Again. Even in people I already know, and am fond of.
- I've reached the comfortable state wherein I'm able to think, ponder, analyze, introspect, and reflect WITHOUT feeling like shit at the same time. That's all depression is to me; when the negative aspects of my subconcious manifest themselves in the physical. I am PERFECTLY FINE with the adolescent chaotic condition my mind is going through. I just hate it when it spreads to my body. Well, I'm okay now. Hope it lasts.
- I'm always dreaming about people I know, in realistic settings and surreal situations.
- I was in the ER last Saturday night.
- I have a headache.
- I'm as addicted to Gatorade now as I am to Coke Light.
- I'm lonely

I'm not giving your nifty shirt back. In fact, I'm going to wear it quite often.
Ha! Take that!
(This sucks...)

    That you don't want him.

I am so gay for that Search for the next Pussycat Doll show.
I am so gay for Milla Jovovich, especially in her movie .45.
I'm the new manager of The Love Team.
I'm lonely. I need to shower and rain affection and attention on someone.
I lack focus.
I want a nicer body. I hate my tummy.
I'm so much darker now, after visiting the 100 Islands, but it doesn't bother me so much. I ain't so gray-skinned and sickly looking anymore. Still resemble a zombie though.
I love the Miu Miu shoes my Mum gave me.
I want bigger boobs.
I hate my nose.
I'm going to learn how to ride a horse. PROPERLY.
I'm getting my dragon tattoo "upgraded". You'll see.

I haven't gone shopping since December! AAAGGGGHHHH!

2007 is going to be a good year. It started off with new love, new hopes, and reassurance that the things my family and I talked about are really going to happen. Wish me luck. It's time to stop being the victim and rise from the ashes.

Have the tables turned, or have I just been looking at them in the wrong way these years?

"I am (was) just a phase" - Am I quoting you? Or did you steal my script?

*Chuckles* It's always good to have a sense of humor about these things. I remember so much of what was said. I can't believe how right I was. This time, being spot on isn't giving me any such sick pleasure. I am not laughing at you. I'm laughing at myself.

Jack of all Trades and the former Ace of Spades. Now I'm the Joker, the card that's excluded from so many games. Enough analogies.

I abhor the phlegm in my lungs and the fever in my limbs. I hate the numbness in my loins and the dying impulses of my brain. I cherish the sobriety of my liver and the prayers in my heart. I miss the reflex of my hands that want to hold the fingers of yours.

Everything is going to be okay. I was never a lucky person anyway. I had to work hard to get what I wanted, and now all that is slipping away due to new inhibitions discovered everyday.

I can't wait until next month when you allow me to talk and yourself, to listen. Happiness is always so fleeting in my life, and I can't wait for the peace only you can bestow upon me.

I've grown accustomed to dying. He's killed me. She's killed me. You've killed me. They've killed me. I've become good at coming back to life, but I'm still in limbo. Only I can resurrect , but I cannot be reborn alone. I'm tired of doing this myself and I need your help. You need not do much. Just talk to this ghost, this apparition, this spiritual effigy of me. Give me that gentle little pull out of this Godless hiatus.

I promise it will be worth it.

Here's to the Holidays and a fast approaching New Year.

"I'll always love you." - It's okay. You were just reading from a script. Scripts are rewritten all the time.

And isn't it ironic? Dontcha think?

My faith is renewed.
It can be interpreted in several ways.

But the simplest aspect goes like this:
I'm a practicing Catholic again. It's so good to be back. :)

I'm all right. Thanks for all who cared! I had a reluctant little "vacation" in the mountains. Now I am the prodigal daughter, running back into the arms of sobriety and piety.

My heart still aches, but I have been reminded of how to offer up my sufferings.
My guardian angels dip their wings in the agony and turn it into silver,
until it sparkles and shines with such incandescent brilliance
that will hopefully flicker in your direction, drawing you to the flame.

Can I rekindle your concern?
They meet you and kiss you and use you and forget you.
They talk and gossip and cheer and sneer.
They shared your bed and whispered sweet somethings into your ear that don't mean much anymore.
They've gotten over you. They've fallen out. They love you less.

While I love you more and more.