Recently I have been lied to.

What can I do now since I quit classes? I could sleep in, shower, masturbate, draw, and make plans for my future magizine business. I could also clean house for mum, clean 2 bathrooms for Grandpa (i get paid for doing that). I could go for walks with my dog to loose weight, do some healthy eating.

Any other suggestions that I could do to keep me busy? Besides PORNS!!!!!

Yes I quit the college classes I took, since I became so fusterated. Not that its to easy, but it bores me and it makes me feel that nothing is doing anything to get me motivated. It stunk hell on ice.

Firstly.. i havent gone to sleep yet ... but there is a good reason for this.. as there always is.

Today i wrapped up a multi-million dollar project, which will be used by thousands of people... everyday .. in almost a dozen countries worldwide. I did all this by myself , and the system I have written is probably the system I am most proud of (since it is all my code, and it works.. well!).

Prom Rant is back!

I don't think I'll fully know until I've had a relationship with a girl.

And it seems like that will nnneeeevvvveeerrr happen at this rate!

blah. as petty as this may be, it's truly the source of much frustration.

as i step out of the car door i can feel the change already. I leave the un loving arms of my mother and walk into school full of people wh actually care. Have u ever felt like your friends care more than your parents? well thats how i feel everyday of my life. My parents can not even look me in the eye, let alone love me. The word gay makes them cringe, and i make them cringe. I love them so much but it is hard to stand in the shadows and watch them hate me.

I hate how stupid things make me jealous.
I hate how I thought I got over being jealous but I guess I lied.
I hate how I can't seem to find a still point, the world seems determined to move so fast I get lost in the vertigo.
I hate howI can't write good things.
I hate how I can't write like I used to, when it wasn't bitching-in-poetry.
I hate how much I hate.
I hate how everything I think is true contradicts the truth.

As I've slowly become more aware of the possibility that any of the girls I know could be more with me, I've almost wished that my feelings had remained obscure. When the dance teacher comes close to me to show me where my position on the stage will be, I can smell her sweet perfume and am thinking about how attractive she is. I looks at the beautiful asian girls in my class and almost feel sad as I realize how nice they look. So then I started wondering: What's the different between simply admiring a woman's beauty - and feeling jealous - and being... turned on by what one sees? I think I intuitively know the answer to this, but whenever it comes to sexuality issues I second-guess myself.

modernist fragmentation, re-interpreted

I haven't been on for a while, sorry.

On Thursday, my mom found me blacked out in my bathroom. No one comes in my room so I had been there for a while. She couldn't wake me up because I had overdosed on Lituims, and painkillers, not to mention I had been using weed. She took me to the hospital and I had to get my stomach pumped. You don't want that expierence, trust me.

My brother, Jack, he's a year older than me (18) and him and his girlfriend got busted for selling and possesion of coke, and some weed and stuff. They go to court soon.

my poem ~feb. 23, 2003

I can't feel; I can't breathe
My throat shuts off
The pain is numbed by the fact I want to die
My lungs burn as the water comes in
The slits on my wrists bleed
As the water turns a dark red
My eyes are open and stare at nothing
I wait for him, the angel of death
To take me to hell, at least it's better then this.

~*~*~*

My letter to Stacy, former friend. She called me a slut on Friday for some stupid shit. I sent it in the mail yesterday.

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9 slashs... on my arms...

Yet, I should not have let
your hands hold me close
or your words steal my heart

I feel really happy for the first time in awhile. Don't get me wrong, my life's far from perfect, but now it feels like everything will be okay, eventually. It's like something inside of me just clicked...My dilemma of the moment is what to do about my upcoming Dorm Dance.