Dread

I have this simple sense of dread. That nothing will become of anything and that I won't accomplish anything! Yet, ironically, I want things to just stop, so I KNOW how to breathe. I feel tight in the chest, I daydream but I can't envision myself along the journey.

Self sabotage and self worth

There really aren't any words. I have words which float through my mind, dreams which are more vivid than real life but when I wake up, I'm tired, irritated and disengaged from what I actually see.

The following short really hit a cord with me but if you asked me to say why, I'd probably wouldn't be able to articulate it well enough.
I'll let you be your judge.

This is the following commentary by the director. I genuinely applaud him.

Outter Bounds

For some reason or another since I've returned from my trip overseas, I've been quite up and down. From the outset, I think, or at least I hope I appear to be alright but on the inside, I feel quite divided.

Over everything.

I just don't know how I feel about anything anymore... I need time. I always need time, but it is simply something no of us have more of.

Words that come to mind are in many instances verging on borderline personality disorder.

Dumped; more officially - in advance

The title says it all does it not. Though, I for one can't even comment on how incredibly fucked of a twist this has been.

What makes it so hard is the fact, I didn't think I would care.

I do.

I am so numb for words. People say all you can do in these situations is laugh.
I can barely do that.

and that was through this... "The most unfabulous social life of Ethan Green"



It was suppose to be funny. Moving, touching; yes. Ironic; no.