http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:ForeverIce&section=today deviantART RSS for by:ForeverIce en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Thu, 03 Dec 2009 01:48:20 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/23301851/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/23301851/ Fri, 20 Feb 2009 07:07:46 PST If the world's at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
...
The days get shorter and the nights get cold.
I like the autumn, but this place is getting old.
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast.
It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most.
The days get longer and the nights smell green.
I guess it's not surprising, but it's spring and I should leave.

"The World At Large" -Modest Mouse.

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/22881283/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/22881283/ Thu, 29 Jan 2009 08:25:49 PST Buzz
Buzz

Doc, there's a hole where something was.
Doc, there's a hole where something was.

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/22543557/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/22543557/ Mon, 12 Jan 2009 13:20:58 PST Syntax, diction, spelling errors, eloquency.
You can take the girl out of the school, but you can't take the school out of the girl.

I can't fucking see. Like, legitimately can't see. I practically have my nose pressef up to the computer screen as I type. Just another aspect of life beyond my control, I guess?

Tomorrow. Oh god. The dreaded transition.
I'm pretty much in this alone. The dam's about to burst. A flood of intrusive questions will ensue.

I feel somewhat guilty. Like a incontinent, senile dog who's flooded the house with piss. Everyone's screaming at me for something I can't control. Yet, I'm not even sure what's going on, myself. I feel like shit for inconviencing everyone, yet I just stand there with a vacant look on my face. Everyone's gotta clean my fucking mess.

Gross analogy. Jeez....

If anyone's feeling guilty themselves for anything they've done to me in the past (whether intentional or not), please don't feel like you have to make up for it in any way. Just throwing that out there.

And if not, then I send my sincere thanks and appreciation.

(But don't let the doctor in. I want to blow off steam)

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/21797948/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/21797948/ Wed, 03 Dec 2008 11:16:03 PST Crutches?! Hopefully!

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/21766564/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/21766564/ Mon, 01 Dec 2008 13:19:54 PST This is the price you pay for loss of control.
This is the break in the bend.
This is the closest of calls.
This is the reason you're alone
THIS IS THE RISE AND THE FALL!

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/21216115/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/21216115/ Wed, 29 Oct 2008 12:08:13 PDT
Me: So, I started reading a new book.
Dan: Is it about me?
Me: Are you a horny Mormon girl?
Dan: If you want me to be.

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/20997508/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/20997508/ Wed, 15 Oct 2008 06:59:19 PDT T.S Eliot (1888-1965)

MISTAH KURTZ -- HE DEAD.
A penny for the Old Guy

I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us--if at all--not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer--

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
and avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
and the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/20997497/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/20997497/ Wed, 15 Oct 2008 06:57:17 PDT Goodbye, High School!
..................................................
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang, but a whimper.

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/20761562/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/20761562/ Tue, 30 Sep 2008 15:05:24 PDT Never talk back to your Mom and Dad when you are mad
Never be rude and disrespectful
Never break rules then get forgetful
Never throw a tantrum on the floor
Never shout at them and slam the door
'Cause that's how you get grounded!!

Never cheat off some other kids test when you are in school
Never cheat off some other kids test when you are in school
Never get the answer from a friend
Never sneak in notes written on your hand
Never let your eyes begin to wander,
From your paper to another.
'Cause that's how you get sent to the principal!!

Never take cough syrup and mix it up with Iodine and Lye
Never take cough syrup and mix it up with Iodine and Lye
Never take the strike pads off a match book,
Or go to a hardware store and then look
Near the paint thinners for Muriatric Acid,
Or go bring a pot into a rapid
Boil or get hydrogen peroxide
Never go to a farming store and then buy
PH strips and PVC pipes
Those fuel cans that make outdoor grills light
'CAUSE THAT'S HOW YOU MAKE CRYSTAL METH!!!
-WKUK.

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/20635323/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/20635323/ Tue, 23 Sep 2008 12:55:05 PDT
I'm sitting here in a dazed reverie, eyelids growing lazy. My stream of consciousness is steadily dwindling. I've been thinking for such a long time.

Thinking.
A human function.
But wasn't I made a robot?

I am metal.
I have not a pulse, but the rhythmic drone of a
machine at work.

Not a voice, but the the staggered sound of gears struggling to stay in motion.

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/19586364/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/19586364/ Fri, 25 Jul 2008 08:01:59 PDT
...

Yup, let's save the entry and let the window sleep.

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/19541321/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/19541321/ Tue, 22 Jul 2008 17:03:24 PDT Don't feed me violins,
Just run with me through roads of speeding cars.
The papercuts, the cheating lovers,
The coffee's never strong enough
I know you think it's more than just bad luck

There, there, baby
It's just text book stuff
It's in the ABC of growing up
Now, now, darling
Oh, don't lose your head
'Cause none of us were angels,
And you know I love you, yeah.

Sleeping pills know sleeping dogs lie
never far enough away
Glistening in the cold sweat of guilt
I've watched you slowly winding down for years
You can't keep on like this...
Now's a bad a time as any.

There, there, baby
It's just text book stuff
It's in the ABC of growing up
Now, now, darling
Oh don't kill yourself
'Cause none of us were angels
And you know I love you, yeah.

It's okay by me,
It's okay by me,
It's okay by me, it was a long time ago.

"Speeding Cars" by Imogen Heap.

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/19224315/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/19224315/ Sat, 05 Jul 2008 19:24:35 PDT
The fact that my general life situation is steadily improving both elates and frightens me. I’m used disappointment. To being ostracized. To darkness. That is my comfort zone, and has been for the past nine years. I’ve never liked new situations, especially when they were completely unexpected. I have an irrational fear of surprises. But now, I’m gaining a sense of normalcy, if that’s what you would call it. Can I even classify it as such? Even though it should have been a natural, regular component of my life, I don’t necessarily feel whole now that I’ve obtained it.

I’m fairly certain I have friends. I’ve been very social this past week, and it’s felt quite refreshing. Of course, the uneasiness is bound to set in sometime soon. I’m starting to recognize traces of it in my system. The beginnings of friendship are always exhilarating and comforting. I worry about the day when the initial excitement will dissipate. I’m afraid of rejection. In most of my social cases, experiencing it has been inevitable. I'm apprehensive about possible impending disappointment. But I HAVE made a conscious decision. I refuse to be submissive this time.

A bit of internal reconfiguration would do me good.

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18819634/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18819634/ Fri, 13 Jun 2008 11:59:00 PDT
A-Calculus (Faella, I think)
B-Honors IR (Buxton)
C-AP English 12 (Alper)
D-Physics 1A (Dimock!)
E-AP Italian IV (Magliari)
F-Physical Education (Doesn't matter)
G-Guitar Class (Price)

Oh, and Heather? Is your dad teaching Physics next year? I could possibly have him!

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18696767/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18696767/ Fri, 06 Jun 2008 12:15:05 PDT
WANTED: A best friend.

Not just any friend. This here's gotta be special.
Preferably female, anywhere between the ages of 16-18. Age doesn't matter a whole lot. Must have a wicked sense of humor that coaxes out genuine laughter. Honesty is a necessity, whether it be general or brutal. Must not be friends with me for their own interest or personal gain. I want someone who's fun to be with, and will go on all sorts of crazy adventures with me. Must be trustworthy; it'd be nice to have someone to confide in without feeling guilty afterwards. This person must be able to hold intelligent and occasionally philosophical conversations. I'm not looking for a genius. Ruthlessly mean people do NOT interest me. I don't want to be the butt of a running joke anymore. Please, have some kindness, sensitivity, and compassion. We have to have at least a few things in common, especially musical taste. And most importantly, this person must be willing to make a total ass out of themselves with me in public. Because life's not fun when you're serious.

Megalomaniacs, narcissists, compulsive liars, sadists, opportunists, etc. NEED NOT APPLY.

Ah, maybe at this point, I don't deserve to be picky.
Beggars can't be choosers.

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18664441/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18664441/ Wed, 04 Jun 2008 15:06:01 PDT
I'm trying so hard, but my brain's hopelessly disconnected. It's automatically shifted from diligence mode to the "Let's seek freedom" mode. I need to get out of here, if only for one day. I seek a place where my worries, reservations and better judgement dissipates.

...Okay, maybe not my better judgement. But still.

I've tried my summer music, ventured outside, gotten my guitar out.
No results.

I've been speaking in fragments.
My senses are dulled.
Every breath is a sigh.

Something's messing with my head. And all at once, I realize...

I'm looking for that internal feeling of content that usually accompanies summer.

Someone tell me where to find it. And fast.

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18622848/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18622848/ Mon, 02 Jun 2008 07:41:07 PDT Mouth slack and wide
Ill-housed and ill-advised
Your face is as mean
As your life has been

Crash into my arms
I want you.
You don't agree -
But you don't refuse
I know you

And I know a place
Where no one is likely to pass
Oh, you don't care if it's late
And you don't care if you're lost
And oh, you look so tired
But tonight you presume too much
Too much, too much
And if it's the last thing I ever do
I'M GONNA GET YOU.

Crash into my arms
I want you.
You don't agree -
But you don't refuse
I know you.

"Jack the Ripper"
-Morrissey

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18414907/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18414907/ Tue, 20 May 2008 12:48:51 PDT
People seem to be agitated much more easily, including myself. Apparently, Allie's not going in the limo, which is a-okay with me. It's just all in vain. After I tried to convince some other people to let her and Corey in. Not to sound like a martyr, but I mean, jeez, I took quite a lot of shit from some other people. But we made it happen, and for what? Nothing.

And to add to that, my table sucks. I'm only putting up with it for Dan's sake. But, I can't sit with anyone that I actually want to sit with! The table's a bunch of acquaintances and a few people I generally don't like, if I'm even at the table I'm supposed to be at. Eliza informed me that the Prom coordinators lost the sheet where I had my table assignment, so she put me at a table with [enter completely obscure name of a guy I don't know]. WHAT?!

I'm freaking out, mainly 'cause getting ready with the other girls is going to be rather awkward. Only one of the other four girls genuinely likes me. And the last time I checked, getting ready with friends is supposed to be fun and all-inclusive, not miserable and clique-y. But with those odds against me, and the fact that I tend to make a fool out of myself in awkward social situations? Quite honestly, I'm dreading it. Who am I going to dance with when all the fast, fun, dance-with-your-friends song are playing? I really hate to go here, but I kinda wish Mel was back, only because I wouldn't have go at it alone...

Sorry for the melodramatic rant.

I am utterly convinced that this is going to suck.

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18316975/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18316975/ Wed, 14 May 2008 07:45:39 PDT Everything it seems I like's a little bit stronger
A little bit thicker, a little bit harmful for me

If I should buy jellybeans, have to eat them all in just one sitting
Everything it seems I like's a little bit sweeter
A little bit fatter, a little bit harmful for me

And then there's those other things, which for several reasons we won't mention
Everything about 'em is a little bit stranger, a little bit harder, a little bit deadly

It isn't very smart, tends to make one part so brokenhearted

Sitting here remembering me, always been a shoe made for the city
Go ahead accuse me of just singing about places
With scrappy boys' faces, have general run of the town

Playing with prodigal sons, takes a lot of sentimental valiums
Can't expect the world to be your Raggedy Andy,
While running on empty, you little old doll with a frown

You got to keep in the game, retaining mystique while facing forward
I suggest a reading of "A Lesson in Tightropes",
Or "Surfing Your High Hopes", or "Adios, Kansas."

It isn't very smart, tends to make one part so brokenhearted

Still there's not a show on my back
Holes, or a friendly intervention
I'm just a little bit heiress, a little bit Irish
A little bit Tower of Pisa whenever I see ya
So please be kind if I'm a mess
Cigarettes and chocolate milk, cigarettes and chocolate milk

-Rufus Wainwright, "Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk"

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18316554/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18316554/ Wed, 14 May 2008 07:04:09 PDT I missed my fuckin' AP English exam.

One chance to put SOMETHING impressive on my transcript. GONE.
I'm rather ambivalent about the situation though. Although English is, well, my strength, I feel like the exam would have gone rather poorly. I studied diligently for a week for my US History one, and look how that went. I'm sick of having tainted mental stability. The inability to function in daily situations negatively affects me. I could have easily attained a five without this invisible ailment. And no one quite understands the severity of what I have. I am ridiculed by my teachers, namely my Precalc teacher. They've all written me off as a slacker because I don't function like a normal person/student. I've worked so hard to change their opinions. People in my classes have also labeled me as a slacker because I barely show up to school. Of course, revealing that hyperventilation and severe panic attacks cause my absences would be suicide. With each passing day, college seems more and more out of the question.

Gimme a fuckin' break!

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18168440/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18168440/ Sun, 04 May 2008 16:41:08 PDT
I've found relief in some friends.

STOP.
OH MY GOD, THE WORLD'S FUCKING ENDING!!!

Now, people at school are horrible. I personally believe that institutionalization brings out the worst of human nature. The promotion of conformity doesn't quite help this little dilemma either. Not one of the people I've interacted with at school has been interesting in forming a friendship with me (minus Dan and Kat, whom I've known for ages). So, I have a slight "me against the world" situation here.

THANKFULLY, I am not alone. I have met some of the best people I've ever known over the summer on the Europe trip. With them, I never feel outcasted, ostracized or ridiculed. I am completely accepted and I am not plagued with chronic social awkwardness. It's been rather tough, though. I have not seen them all since August. Therefore, I have been lacking the acceptance and compassion I tend to feed off of. We've been conversing, the seven of us, and we collectively concur that a reunion is long overdue.

SO! We are meeting next weekend to "hang out." Needless to say, I am completely elated. Finally, something to look forward to.

But then I got to thinking. What I'm feeling now...is this how everyone feels? Is this how I'm SUPPOSED to feel on a regular basis? I've been wondering if lack of positive social interaction has fueled my void. Whatever. Fuck it.

AP tests are coming up this week. I've been studying my ass off. For what, I wonder? Journals suck.

I think it is plausible that I am manic-depressive. My happiness went as quickly as it came. How does one preserve an emotion?

Sometimes, I feel like a robot.

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18165013/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18165013/ Sun, 04 May 2008 13:02:48 PDT
Generally, most of 'em are from England, France and Switzerland. I got really sick of taking pictures in Austria, Germany, Italy and Lichtenstein. I really regret it now...

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18147962/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18147962/ Sat, 03 May 2008 11:39:53 PDT AND NOW THEY'RE ALL GONE.
WHAT HAPPENED?!?

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18134981/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18134981/ Fri, 02 May 2008 15:04:48 PDT They slither while they pass,
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy are drifting thorough my open mind
Possessing and caressing me

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly as they make their way across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world

Sounds of laughter, shades of life, are ringing through my open ears
Inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns
And calls me on and on across the universe

Jai guru deva om
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Nothing's gonna change my world
Jai guru deva
Jai guru deva

-The Beatles "Across the Universe"

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18087839/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/18087839/ Tue, 29 Apr 2008 14:46:35 PDT
God, I wonder to myself, where has all the magic gone?
And why can't I seem to grasp it?

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/17794812/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/17794812/ Fri, 11 Apr 2008 12:12:54 PDT
Today, Life slapped me in the face with a lovely revelation.

There is no need to allow outside influences to dictate my future.

We recently filled out our course selection sheets for Senior year. When it came time to determine our electives, I got to thinking. I promised my English teacher in 9th grade to take Creative Writing when I was a senior. Recalling this promise, I reluctantly scribbled down Creative Writing on my form, sacrificing Drama IV. I figured that was that, and that's how everything was supposed to be.

(Insert background information)
I HATE WRITING. I hate every significant and insignificant aspect about it. But unfortunately, it is my only "strength." Ever since my teachers had discovered this, writing has been pushed on me since I was 5. After parent-teacher conferences, when the teacher revealed my secret talent, my own parents would encourage me to sit at a desk with paper and pencil and WRITE FUCKING STORIES. I've been misled into thinking that writing is my future, despite my fervent dislike for the subject.
(End background information)

Today, I pondered about my schedule again after a long phone conversation with Carolyn last night. As an English assignment, we were supposed to compose a conceit on love, youth, or another redundant literary theme. Of course, because I don't particularly enjoy adhering to strict guidelines, I decided to devote my conceit to the topic of writing. Liberally simplified (and less analogy-like), it would have gone something like this: Writing is synonomous to vomiting. You feel sick and get the urge to purge. Naturally, after this purge, you feel instantly better. Upon looking at this horrid self-made creation, you instantly want to clean it up and never think about it ever again. With "you" referring to myself.

After this, I realized something. Why the hell did I sacrifice a course that I love (Drama) for something that induces emotional vomiting (Creative Writing)? Did I really allow my teachers, parents and peers to influence a decision solely belonging to me? Theatre is my passion. The only passion I have that I'm aware of anyway. And from this revelation, I made my own decision.

I'm taking back what's rightfully mine.

My POWER.

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/17766340/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/17766340/ Wed, 09 Apr 2008 15:35:30 PDT And for some reason, this wave of nostalgia pulled me into this current of memories.
I was remembering when everything seemed so new, so exciting.
Academic success came easy, relationships were never difficult to maintain.
But best of all?
No one knew me. It was beautiful.
Generally, I had the freedom to mold myself into any shape I pleased.
Everyone was doing the same, and we all hid behinds these misleading facades.
We would pretend to enjoy each others' company, pretend to have amicable relations.
We were all impervious to rejection.

A year later, it was nearly impossible to maintain our false identities.
And so we tore the masks off our faces, and upon seeing the monsters behind the masks,
We severed our false ties of friendship. I clung to the frays.

Somehow, humanity always seems to disappoint me.

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/17592762/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/17592762/ Sun, 30 Mar 2008 15:54:40 PDT I should probably be engaging in something more productive, but I'm not going to supress my natural inclinations.

It's simply divine outside. That intoxicating spring aroma has officially returned. Now, where are those lovely zephyrs? When will the flowers WAKE THE FUCK UP?!

So, after a week of pneumonia, I'm returning to school tomorrow. I'm internally freaking out a little, mainly because of the overwhelming workload that awaits me. That, and facing my disgruntled Precalc teacher on Tuesday. Too many tests, reading, equations, etc. It's making my head spin already.

My thoughts are rather fragmented. Consistency was never really my thing anyway. Whatever.

WHAT NOW?

]]> ~ForeverIce http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/17558685/ http://ForeverIce.deviantart.com/journal/17558685/ Fri, 28 Mar 2008 14:26:13 PDT
The whole typical "teen angst" thing just isn't me. I try not to live up to the ludicrous "my life sucks" teenager stigma. But the more I stifle my complaints, the more I crave someone else's open ears and minimal judgement. I'm a mess, and I sure as hell can't pick myself up.

So here's my hypocrisy. All the trivial occurences that have made me borderline miserable for the past year. The petty complaints that boost my status up to angsty teenager. My personal catharsis.

And I'm not going to regret it.

(EDIT)

But I did.

]]> ~ForeverIce