This is a collection of journal entries. A compilation of thoughts that I have written in the margins of books, words scribbled out on the back of paper napkins and sentences taken from the lines of an old notebook. I doubt this will ever be read, But if you happen to stumble across it? Please be careful. Its all I have..
Saturday
" cannot we let people be themselves, and enjoy life in their own way? You are trying to make another you. One's enough. . . - emerson.
8:42. I just filled out one of those silly questionere (sp?) anyways.. I didnt finish it maybe I should have. Give somone a clue. Would it help any? would it matter if I told you who my first love was or just how long I can hold my breathe for? does anyone read those things? I can't help but wonder.If I should ever stop wondering, shoot me. Speaking of that, I am reading a new book " the age of spiritual machines " its all kinds of good.. with big words to boot.oh hey I have an idea - lets all learn a new word each day, we'd all be so much smarter for it!
If I had 72 Hours Left..
What would I do? How would I spend it? I’d fly back to New York and ask my family for something simple: let’s celebrate Christmas together. ...
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I woke up today around 3am. I tried to go back to sleep, drifting in and out of a conscience state. I woke up today following a night of s...
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Blurry and the days get busier. I fill my days with work and sleep. I plant, I grow, I bake, I read.. I've noticed there's been a l...
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I found love years ago, last month last week, and over the weekend. I found love today and I’ll find it tomorrow together, forever, and alw...