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Friday, 24 September 2010

  • Oops

    I haven't been on here in so long. But it's crazy how much changes in just a few short months. I remember when I first got an xanga, I was unsure of my sexuality. And now I realize that I'm gay. It feels so good to finally accept it and have other people know. It's something that I thought I was going to have to forever keep to myself. I will jsut never understand why some people are so against it. Why is it so wrong that I want to be happy? If you can't accept me, then don't be a part of my life. It's as easy as that. Now I just need to find a girl who's willing to be with me....

Thursday, 07 January 2010

  • Stolen Facebook Status.

    When I see a stranger reading a book that I've read I have this insane urge to tap them on the shoulder, whisper them the ending, and then walk away like its no biggie.


    I took that from one of my friends' status' on Facebook. I couldn't have said it any better myself. It kind of sounds like fun. ;]

  • Writing Promt: Begin with "..."

    "There once was a chance I didn't take"... and in the end, it left me heartbroken and alone.

  • Pictures are worth more than a blank page.


    It's crazy how much things can change in 3 years. These used to be my three closest friends, my best friends. We could talk for hours and hours and never run out of things to say. I guess that's what happens in high school. All I can say is that I am pleased to have known these girls. They helped me through a lot. I wouldn't be who I am now without them. I wish our friendship hadn't fizzled out like it did.
    (Description of the picture): It was one day after school and we were all waiting for our parents to come pick us up because we were to young to drive. We all found each other on the bench and decided to sit and talk. Then one of the girls got out her camera and wanted a group picture. We asked a passerby if they would take the picture for us. I will never forget the laughs we shared and the seriousness of the conversations. This was a few months before everything would change.I love all of you, and I wish you the best in life. This picture will always remind me of the times we spent together. Thank you.

Sunday, 03 January 2010

  • Books.

    I love to read. I love books. When I finish a book, I feel a sense of accomplishment and sorrow. Accomplishment because the book is done, I was able to finish it. Usually when I finish a book it means I like it. Only once have I stopped reading a book because I wasn't into it. But there is ALWAYS a sense of sorrow at the end. Throughout the book, I really get to know the characters and in some strange way, I feel as though they are my friends. I feel like they are people I've known my whole life. I always create a movie in my head. I can see the places they go, hear the sounds, see the faces, and I even feel their feelings. I connect with the people in the stories. When I finish a book, I miss reading it. Their story has ended. I'll never know what joys or aches lie ahead for them. I'll never know how things worked out for them after the story. I get what I'm given. When I'm done I feel alone. Books give me all sorts of emotions. They let me escape reality and set foot into my own personal world. A world created by me.