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Silence I hate the stuff (when there should be words) When you're alone it's nice. ----- I love staring into people's eyes. I feel as if I can see so much more than I'm supposed to. Maybe I'm just imagining things. ----- She said she's sorry. I don't understand. She shouldn't be. ----- I'm feeling very disjointed today. ----- I could almost sleep. So serene. There aren't supposed to be any words. ----- I got my first roll of film back. Most of the pictures suck. "Are You Ready" turned out nicely though. I need to be more conscious of lighting. ----- I know something is bad for me but I do it anyway, just because. It seems like a habit lately. I hate the way Fruit Loops destroy the roof of my mouth. I hate bacon and pepperoni (and all other meat for that matter.) I hate what beer does to my body. (I appreciate what it does to my head.) ----- I had a long talk with my mother as we took Cookie for a walk. It was nice. Things are really strange between us lately. I think I might have grown up a little. She hasn't. We talked like people and not like relatives. ----- I feel as though I should elaborate on the things I write here. I always throw out random thoughts and such without really going into detail and writing (what I feel is) enough about them. ----- "No, I'm Thing One; That's Thing Two," "Cover your hair and your eyes then." ===== Break-up |