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!
Flame War
Hi world, So, over the last year or so, I've posted about social justice on social media. Almost every single post was commented on, ...
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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...