I spent a few years here, all of high school, doing what I could, slaving away at a keyboard to try to accomplish... something. Leave some mark on this place, so I could point at it and say, 'Look. I did that. I made something that other people enjoyed.' But then I got out of high school, and stopped being such a little emo fuckwit, and really, honestly, stopped caring about dA.
After 2004 or so, I still wrote every now and then, but not nearly as often as I used to. It only seemed to happen when something 'meaningful' or 'important' was going on in my life, and I needed to vent.
We can take one of two things away from this:
a) Less 'important' things have happened to me since 2004 or so, or
b) I find things that have happened to me since 2004 or so less important.
The former is obviously a fallacy. Since the last time I did anything on here, I have fallen in love, moved across the country, fallen back out of it, worked overnights for months at a time, sold cell phones, moved across the country again, and become a small business owner.
The latter is more likely to be true, though I am still quite the little emo fuckwit. Maybe less so than in high school, but I blame less Dashboard Confessional and Further Seems Forever and more Nine Inch Nails and Coheed and Cambria for this.
Regardless.
I want to write about things again. I want to make some kind of meaningful dialogue with a text editor that doesn't enforce colons and whitespace. (Python joke there.)
I've gotten bored; someone come break my heart.





Is there simply no more music within you to put into words? It's been so long.
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Peter Griffin | Homer Simpson | Fred Flinstone.
They are all fat with hot wifes, praise big people.
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"Our futures are not determined by a roll of the dice. They are Determined by the conscious decisions of you and me." - Phong
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I want something good to die for.......To make it beautiful to live
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Never ponder the mountain's summit before reaching its foot.
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I think...something like that. I'm not precicaly sure but that sounds right, but I've been fairly solid. I just need a better way to get rid of hickies than an iced spoon. It looks like she took a rusty .357 and repeadly stabed me with it... Live is sweet.
-Peace
Hellcat
~Lydia
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how can you say we have equal rights, equal opportunities, when i still can't marry my girlfriend?
Pro Gay Rights
this is so cool! deffinatly checking out your stuff
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despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage.
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