People are strange and all the same so very predictable. Perhaps it's the places I choose to live or possibly what I choose to see or perhaps what people allow me to see. Bottom line seems to be everyone is miserable and never for any real reason. Everyone is quick to criticize and complain while compliments and praise are limited to shallow gestures of thanks when you accidently hit someone with your shopping cart.

In my mind this is ok. I can deal phony ideals, apologies, and...

It's been many years and still I think of you. Im still wide eyed with wonder at how things got so bad, so fast. I suppose when you build castles so quickly the foundations are bound to crumble. Still in retrospect i'm confident that while my insecurities sparked the backlash resulting in our demise, it was infact your insecurites that fueled the flame which scorched our skin inevitably leaving us in heaps of ash, Forever entwined but never together. Some days I play scenarios out in my head if...

OK, who's voting all my posts on my blog as "terrible"?

Confess, ya coward you!

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Alright and while you're at it, please describe what makes an excellent blog entry, a good one, and a terrible one.

I have a need to know.

Thanks very much.

Silence offers no solace. I could sit in this room for eternity and never want. Not for satisfaction but apathy. It's the little things I love. The tree's, leaves, gravel, dirt on the floor. Nature's beauty far and away more impressive than people. I only wish mother earth could stimulate my mind in debate. Lonely is a lesson i've yet to learn. Desire is a demon seated at the thrown of all irony. Desire is the name of my queen. Like a slave I serve respecting the fear that lonely is worse than alone....

For days I have stared at these walls. Every curve,scratch, and crack in the paint is etched in my head. It's that same pasty white but almost creme color you see in every apartment complex across the states. Nothing spectacular but I suppose it beats staring at the drywall. Nothing to do, thats why I studied the walls. Looking for an ounce of excitement even though I knew my efforts would bear no reward. I know how dull these walls must seem to you. Boredom dulls. Wish I had something whimsical,...