I'd like to take the opportunity to share with all of you a poem. (The subject line is not part of it.) It was written by a friend of mine named Danielia. (She's Italian, but quite fluent in English.) She dropped it in my lap, randomly, and my jaw just dropped... she has quite a talent.

Above: A Whisper

She speaks
Not above: a Whisper
They lean in
Silence she speaks
gently
From afar
 
What's first 
Comes second
Waits last
Breathes alone.
 
In that era of a second
Between the moon and the earth
You face your happiness 
  
I think it's yours but who can say
just who stands on the periphery of memory
 
Eternity seems plausible
Only to rise the souls and play our melody just to keep
everyone else away
 
We grappled with inevitability 
holding onto their burdens of life
because they felt they must
giving up was no option offered
 
Our dreams
spun of pink gossmar
we are weightless against the world
engulfed by the starry night
cradled
by the silence
 
A stitch that holds a whispered lesson
And wonders that cover us in sleep
 
It brings reality to the stars
and silently
we speak.

[

mood

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cheerful

]

Please join me in wishing a very happy 24th birthday to anetrnlov, today.

*Singing* Happy Birthday to you... Happy Birthday to you... (etc., etc.)

Love ya', Babydoll. (For the unknowing, that's just been my nickname for her for years, now.)

-E

[	mood	|	dirty	]
[	music	|	A Perfect Circle - 3 Libras	]

God forgive me, but I really do believe that I hate my father. He always manages to come up with some way to prove that he's more selfish, more self-serving, more childish, more ignorant, more disrespectful and/or more impatient than we ever could have thought, before.

I hate him, and yet in the same token, I owe everything to him; for if it were not for him, I would have never strived with everything that I am to be his polar opposite in those things that I despise. I would not be me.

One could say that I would do best to remember that I owe my existence to him; I can only question, sometimes, what I am to thank him for. His blood courses through my veins, carrying with it flawed genetics and questionable instincts. He is one half of the union that brought me crying, kicking and screaming into this world.

I will continue to try to never become him; to never think exactly like him, or employ his motives. I hope that matters are not just simply beyond my comprehension, and that the things he does that seem so wrong are not just being merely misinterpretted. I do my best to be a good man, and God willing, I will always be.

Never let me succumb to myself; never let me become him.

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mood

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sick

]

Last night, I woke up to go to work and was feeling groggy. I thought maybe I was just tired, still, and that it was going to go away.

It didn't, and as the work day wore on, I just got worse, and started feeling worse, as well. By the end of the day, I was feeling dizzy and weak, my legs were tingling from pressing myself to keep going, I was feeling sick to my stomach, I had a headache, and I was just generally feeling not-so-good.

When I went to drive home, I had to rest for about 10 minutes in the seat of my car, and when I finally got home, I just fell right onto the couch as soon as I got through the door. I slept for about 5 hours, and then had my temperature taken - it was somewhere between 103 and 104.

Suffice it to say that I feel like poo.

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[	mood	|	bored	]
[	music	|	Andy Griggs - You Won't Ever Be Lonely	]

Not the type of song I'd ordinarily listen to on my own, but...



Life may not always go your way
And every once in a while, you might have a bad day
But I promise you, now
You won't ever be lonely

The sky turns dark, and everything goes wrong
Run to me, and I'll leave the light on
And I promise you, now
You won't ever be lonely

For as long as I live
There will always be
A place you belong
Here, beside me

Heart and soul
Baby, you only
And I promise you, now
You won't ever be lonely

It's still gonna snow
It's still gonna rain
The wind's gonna blow
On a cold winter day
And I promise you, now
You won't ever be lonely

You're safe from the world
Wrapped in my arms
I'll never let go
Baby, here's where it starts
And I promise you, now
You won't ever be lonely

Here's a shoulder you can cry on
And a love you can rely on

For as long as I live
There will always be
A place you belong
Here, beside me

Heart and soul
Baby, you own me
And I promise you, now
You won't ever be lonely

No, no, no, no, no, no
No, you won't ever be lonely

[

mood

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optimistic

]

Eric, you've known this for a while, but it's time you actually start putting it to use: People pay the most attention to the way that you make them feel.

The methods you currently employ are obviously not working, so it's time for a new approach.

If you can make people feel good about themselves consistently, they're going to like being around you. If you only open old wounds, constantly dredge out the past and make them remember the mistakes they've made, they're not going to want to deal with you. You'll only alienate them. How many times must you do this before you recognize the evidence?

Stop crushing dreams, and start planting the seeds for new ones.

Make them feel like they can do anything. Remind them that the world isn't such a bad place, after all, and help them to see beyond their sorrows and their shortcomings, if not forget about them completely. The feeling may just last a moment, but the memory will not be soon forgotten.

At least once a day, you take a look at your life, the way things are going, and it makes you depressed. Dwelling on it and expecting peoples' views to change is not going to work. Stop holding grudges, and let go of the ways that people have hurt you in the past. Everybody makes mistakes. Forgive and forget, Eric.

Forgive and forget.

Heather did what? Who's Aaron? That's in the past, and we don't remember him - it never happened. She owes you what? We don't want to think about that - why are you bringing it up? Why did you give it to her in the first place; because you cared, or because you needed something to rub her nose in? Can you change the past? Why, then, are you asking questions about what happened then? Move beyond that.

Every day, you continue to push her away with your outlook. It's time for a new outlook. Maybe she'll never love you again, the way she once did. At this rate, though, she'll soon be gone from your life forever. In this context, is it truly better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all?

It ends here.

This is your new personal manifesto.