i am every cliche, but i simply do it best.

What is truly generic? Why do people just lump something into that category when they know little to nothing about it? And why do they make it seem like you can't prove them otherwise because they don't feel like learning about the intricacies of whatever genre you're going on about?

The fact is, dear readers, that I am nothing more than an imitation. Nothing about my personality is or will ever truly be mine and I'm okay with that. Why can't other people be okay with it? Why do I have to be one hundred percent original? Why does anyone? You can't copyright an entire genre.

If I want to draw anime, fucking let me and don't try to discourage me with "you need to make it yours" or the like. Because that's just a fancy way of saying, "but it's just too overdone and I want to see something new."

Maybe there isn't anything new anymore. Did you ever think of that? I am of the belief that in our world today originality- and I mean true originality- is dead. Everything's been done by now, by someone in some corner of this world. No matter what you draw, write, or create, someone has done it before and someone will say, "well this reminds of a work by another artist."

Why do I feel like I'm the only person who gets that?

does it make you cooler to like indie bands in lieu of popular ones?

Silence is the loudest sound on earth, I'm convinced. Nothing can give me a worse headache than complete, utter silence. That's why God made iPods. Of course, I'm with classmates. I feel so safe with them, so comfortable. These classmates I've known for long enough that I won't feel judged by them.

Maybe it's the hunger or the chemicals in the dark room, but I'm inebriated enough to sing in front of them, and I do it. I sing along with my iPod because it's just us in the lab. Fall Out Boy, Cobra Starship, Cute Is What We Aim For, Plain White T's. I sing with them (I would sing along with Gym Class Heroes, but I'm too white to rap properly).

This guy walks in and I'm still singing and he turns the radio on. Drowning me out? I guess. Maybe he just doesn't like my taste in music. Maybe he's just trying to emit that artsy persona that snooty artists like to exude to make their penises somehow grow (or ovaries, respectively). Let's face it, that's the only reason people play the college radio station...

squeezing me so tight, i need to loosen this belt.

Today I was asked if I write differently online knowing that people read it. Do I omit things? Yes, I know I do. Because there are only so many people I can trust to know my innermost thoughts. It's the control freak in me, I guess.

my jeans is tight so into my love rocket climb

And this entry’s for you. Because I’m hoping that you’re reading it (now that I’ve revealed its existence to the world). And I’m pretty sure that you’re going to think it’s for him but it’s not. It’s for you.

I love you more than I’ll ever verbally admit.

Maybe if you get me drunk enough… but short of that, I’m too guarded- too scared to say it. Because if I say it too much, it’ll fade like an old photograph. Sun stained, wrinkled and forgotten in a box upstairs collecting dust like all the others.

I just hope you know it because I hate myself for thinking like that. Because I know it’s one of my more difficult quirks. Because I know it’s somewhat silly to be afraid of that. Because last time I loved someone this much, it did fade. Everyone says that history repeats itself.

For our sake, I sure hope they’re wrong.

you're the only person i know who eats pizza flavoured chips.

And you swear to God you know exactly what it is that the man of your dreams needs. But did you ever think that it isn't you?

so there's this thing called karma.

It's funny talking to others about beliefs.

Every break means a different train of thought, ok? There are so many...

Someone took time out of their day to etch into the stall that taking a dump always takes forever. I can't help but think that they clearly need more fiber in their diet.

Whenever bad things happen, expect good things because they will always balance out. Unfortunately, worry when too many good things are happening 'cause bad things are just around the corner. It's sort of a double-edged sword, that.

It just struck me how depressed I can actually get over the stupidest things.

I don't know why I don't change the things that need to be changed. It's like I'm scared of something, but I'm not really sure what it is (or if it's even scary). I suppose everyone's like this, because if everyone did the things they needed to do when they needed to be done I'm sure the world would be much different.