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...gotta love 'em. Every time I whip out the old video camera and search for dust collecting tapes, I prepare myself for uncontrollable laughter. (things like my brother dancing in his underwear to "Tequila", or the four of us kids jumping on furniture and breaking lamps while our parents were on a date...just to name a few) I love the feeling I get when I see my old favorite toy (for me it was my bumble ball) or a shirt I used to wear all the time. I think that's the feeling of Home,...

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Another fucking day came.... Hate in the air, disgust is ruling ,cold war and every 1 is putting every 1 down........we are now back to the normal days of *crappy shut* family after the 3rd world ....house war.
Gotta class in couple of hours another teacher will be let down another nagging wave to scramble my numbness.....most of my meaningless words r being spilled just as balnk and empty as my soul is...no soul, no life, no family , no friends..... I mean c'mon I barely see any of them...

Feeling good these days, much much better than usual. Hope to keep it up. I think the fog's finally going away. That, however, made me to to one conclusion that's being very annoying right now and won't leave my head. So I'll write it out.

Okay. No melodramatics. Trying to be honest. One. Two. Three. Go.

I can't let go of the past. Never have I thought I'd be experiencing a problem I've always looked down upon. I've always disrespected the issue of not being able to let...

I've been getting into these "zombie" like states more and more often at school. Almost everyday I doze off in my classes or I'll stare off into nothing for the entire period. It's so hard for me to focus on school these days, especially with graduation right around the corner. The things they're teaching are either things I already know or just seem so irrelevant. (Who really needs to know what the square root of pi is?) Most of the time I'll just put my head down and let my mind wander...

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Growing up, I was always known as "that girl who never talks". Always have, and probably always will. As a young child, I was your typical shy, little girl. Nobody ever really questioned it, I mean, everyone is shy around strangers right? I talked to my family just like any other kid, however when I got to my first year of school my parents quickly realized that I wasn't simply acting shy. In fact, throughout the entire school I only talked to one single person, my best friend. Both my...

So I've decided to start blogging. I've never done it before, and I have no idea as to what kind of an audience will even read it, but I thought I would give it a go. I'm tired of complaining to everyone, especially my friends, so I figure I could complain to myself, and if anybody cares to read well then that's on them.

Last Friday, (2 days ago), I went with some boy scouts to do a service project up a lake/campsite area where we planted trees and such. While we were there, my dad...