Friday, August 31, 2012

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Los Angeles......CRAZY AS F*%!

Living in LA has been an adventure so far. I've met some awesome people, re-connected with old friends and unfortunately also lost some friends. But in a city this big, i'm bound to bounce back from that drama. Fingers crossed. Things seem to happen really fast here. Life is always unexpected and many of my best nights have been random last minute things, which I love. So far, living here is helping me get over my anxietys and just live a little more. I'm grateful, even if it's only for a little while, to not feel completely trapped. But damn people can be crazy here.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Ready Or Not.

Totally digging this song today. Check it out:

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Once Again, There's A Void.

I have this whole in my heart. Nothing feels right. I feel empty and alone, even though I'm surrounded by people I know care about me. I hate that I feel this way. I hate that no matter what I do, this void is always here. Once again I'm getting these urges to fill this void with things I know wont help. But it sure would help for a while. Maybe just a small break from reality would be good?

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Kill An Error.

To kill an error is as good a service as, and sometimes even better than, the establishing of a new truth or fact. Charles Darwin (1809-1882)

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Love In Your Eyes.

I was reading about people that go through severe struggles and about how they tend to hold on to or grasp on to someone or certain actions. They do it for illogical reasons sometimes, but the idea is that they get comfort out of this person or action. Sometimes it's the person that hurt them, if there was a long enough connection, certain things that person did might be comforting to do for the person who was harmed. Sometimes it's what a person doesn't do that makes them feel safe. I think the reason why I connected to you was because you used to be really angry and you'd yell at me a lot, sometimes for no reason. But you never hit me. And once you got mad a few times, I knew you'd never hurt me. It was just the way you went about everything, your body language, your tone, your eyes. Your eyes always have love in them. That may be hard for you to understand, but they do. I know theres love. I know you have a loving soul. You're filled with passion and I know you care. You don't always show it, but I know. I hope you know, I care too.