on the state of literacy.

Sometimes, I don't think people actually read my entries. I think they look at them or skim over them, but they don't take the time to comprehend what I'm saying.

dreams that cut your voice off

Actually, it does bother me. It bothers me a lot.

common sense isn't

vent (věnt)
n.

1. A means of escape or release from confinement; an outlet: give vent to one's anger.
2. An opening permitting the escape of fumes, a liquid, a gas, or steam.
3. The small hole at the breech of a gun through which the charge is ignited.
4. Zoology The excretory opening of the digestive tract in animals such as birds, reptiles, amphibians, and fish.
5. Geology
1. The opening of a volcano in the earth's crust.
2. An opening on the ocean floor that emits hot water and dissolved minerals.

v. vent·ed, vent·ing, vents

v. tr.

1. To express (one's thoughts or feelings, for example), especially forcefully.
2. To release or discharge (steam, for example) through an opening.
3. To provide with a vent.

v. intr.

1. To vent one's feelings or opinions.
2. To be released or discharged through an opening.
3. To rise to the surface of water to breathe. Used of a marine mammal.

That being said...

Don't tell me about what you eat. I'm not interested in your weight obsession. Don't apologize for things that you're not really sorry for or aren't going to make an effort to fix. That apology is merely rehearsed words you use to seem polite. Don't be surprised when I'm straightforward with you, you were warned. I'm surprised some of you are friends with me despite that. Don't tell me you hate something you know I love, that's just stupid and makes it look like you're trying to start shit with me.

That's all I've got for now. I'm probably just cranky from the insomnia.

My entries here seem less and less cryptic these days.

you're graceful, your grace falls.

Everyone I've ever loved has taken a part of me that I'll never get back, even if they never loved me back. Some pieces are more noticeably gone than others.

yeah i've got a lot of friends who are stars, but some are just black holes.

And who the hell are you to tell me what I need to do to achieve my dreams when, firstly, you don't have any idea what they are and, secondly, you haven't achieved your own?

life's just a pace car on death.

It's times like these that you just wonder if heaven's really that unbalanced. Why are so many souls leaving us? I've never had to deal with this much death before and it really makes you wonder if you're next.

A scary thought, that.

I have so much more that I want to accomplish.

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I would cry, but I can't.