I know... you might roll your eyes at this, but i'm so glad that you exist.

[

mood

|

hopeful

]

Do you believe in love?

Do you believe in rebirth?

Do you believe that the cosmos will align, and smile upon you?

I still do.

Sometimes, the sun just doesn't shine.

Emma made it snow. Superb.

[

mood

|

morose

]

And then I realized that I am weak. I'm reliant like a drug addict. I need my fix of you.

[

mood

|

rejuvenated

]

We may not be able to stop the rain... but together, there is no way that we will not enjoy it.

[

mood

|

peaceful

]

After 350 miles, everything was perfect. 12 hours pass and everything is still sublime. You made everything more wonderful than I could ever anticipate... and that is more than I can comprehend.

[

mood

|

lonely

]

Thoughts in place of sleep... Take me away to the place only you know of.

P.S. Sense will most likely never be made.

Being extremely lame... this one goes out to you, because you care.

So I am now awake, I got back from Todai's at around 9 pm or so, said fuck it, and went to bed. I appreciate anything that anyone did for me, regardless if it was a small comment, post, or instant message. I especially appreciate the concern expressed by certain individuals, for now, I can fatten myself to their liking. Cupcakes are good. I am sick right now, sick in a sense that my whole body hurts, and I am very congested. My mind also hurts, I haven't given it much rest lately. I understand that I have awoken completely around 7 times within less than 8 hours of sleep. I don't dream often, I didn't dream last night, but when I woke up, I always had something/someone on my mind. There has been far too much going on in my head, and with that, I find it more and more difficult to express my feelings and concerns. I fear that somehow I may just continue to build everything up and become a blubbering mass of worthless shit. That would be bad, noting that I already feel like I have been hit in the face with a snow shovel. One thing that is funny about... well everything, is that, life, no matter how much it confuses me right now, it great. I am enjoying myself generally in whatever I do, besides waking at 5 A.M. destitute of company. So perhaps the only way to sum up all my feelings that I have rambled on aimlessly about, with utterly no objective whatsoever, is that I feel... like shit. I feel like shit, but in a good way in some cases. I am perpetually confused, and eternally seeking seemingly unattainable answers. But then again, aren't we all?

I really wish that someone would be here right now to lay down in bed with me, and hold me.

Rock lobster.

So now I am 18. Strange. What a wonderful progression into my birthday last night was. I can't recall a night as well spent as last.

I just woke up from a nap, and I don't feel well. I'm glad that things are good now, aside from incomprehensible levels of confusion. Eric is back today, and I got to talk to him a bit, das good. I fell asleep though, and now he is gone with friends. I have kisses and band-aids, and for that, I am thankful, it was the highlight of my day to receive those gifts. I think I want to become a Taoist, it makes a lot of sense to me, if you wonder why, I suppose you can ask. Well maybe I won't be a Taoist, but atleast a rock lobster. I would say something with substance right now, but my mind is far too cluttered with assorted concerns, and particular happy thoughts. Moo.