..............................if you know what this is, it is almost as evil as Chuck E Cheese.
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Sunday, July 6, 2008
Cracks in the glass
Everyone looks in the mirror everyday.
The mirror is just a pane of glass that reflects your image back at you, and if your lucky makes you feel like a million bucks.
But if you are like me, and many other people in this world, you look in the mirror and see something you don't like.
This blog is called cracks in the glass because I see different things. I see a broken image in the mirror. Parts of a whole, but no whole to be seen, only different reflections in small pieces seperated by deep veins of empty space.
The cracks in the glass symbolize something for me. They tell me I am not whole. I may feel happy on the outside, but I know I am not complete.
After todays events, which include, watching the fireworks alone, crying my eyes out twice; once because my ex shouted out of a car Faggot, and two because I sat alone, at work watching the fireworks out of a window and through the trees.
Does anyone ever feel the cracks in the mirror?
I think it's part of our human nature. We are emotional beings, and are difficult to control. I let my mind wander at times, and it gets me into trouble.
I think too much, and let too much get to me. Thing is? Everyone else does too.
Crying is normal, even for a grown man. Lonlieness, which is spelled horribly wrong, is just our way of telling us we need companionship.
I probably just stated the obvious, but whether you think so or not, this is more my way to express my thoughts. I just choose to publish these thoughts on the internet for people to try and understand.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go to sleep. This should fill one of the many cracks in the mirror.
another thought.......
When we fill the cracks, why dont they become clear again? The cracks are filled, but they aren't anything more than a cover up. The holes are there, the cracks are still there, they are only covered up.
so will my problems ever go away.
Will I ever forget Matt?
Will I ever get the right amount of sleep?
Will I ever make enough money to move out of my house?
I hate questions..............!
The mirror is just a pane of glass that reflects your image back at you, and if your lucky makes you feel like a million bucks.
But if you are like me, and many other people in this world, you look in the mirror and see something you don't like.
This blog is called cracks in the glass because I see different things. I see a broken image in the mirror. Parts of a whole, but no whole to be seen, only different reflections in small pieces seperated by deep veins of empty space.
The cracks in the glass symbolize something for me. They tell me I am not whole. I may feel happy on the outside, but I know I am not complete.
After todays events, which include, watching the fireworks alone, crying my eyes out twice; once because my ex shouted out of a car Faggot, and two because I sat alone, at work watching the fireworks out of a window and through the trees.
Does anyone ever feel the cracks in the mirror?
I think it's part of our human nature. We are emotional beings, and are difficult to control. I let my mind wander at times, and it gets me into trouble.
I think too much, and let too much get to me. Thing is? Everyone else does too.
Crying is normal, even for a grown man. Lonlieness, which is spelled horribly wrong, is just our way of telling us we need companionship.
I probably just stated the obvious, but whether you think so or not, this is more my way to express my thoughts. I just choose to publish these thoughts on the internet for people to try and understand.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go to sleep. This should fill one of the many cracks in the mirror.
another thought.......
When we fill the cracks, why dont they become clear again? The cracks are filled, but they aren't anything more than a cover up. The holes are there, the cracks are still there, they are only covered up.
so will my problems ever go away.
Will I ever forget Matt?
Will I ever get the right amount of sleep?
Will I ever make enough money to move out of my house?
I hate questions..............!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
We have a problem
I'm back
This lack of writing isn't exactly coming from a block, although call it what you will cuz I just can't seem to express myself anymore, but mainly due the fact that I lost my wi-fi internet I was stealing from the neighbors router.
But beside that point here is the newest thoughts and confessions for the lone wolf.
Joey can be defined in many ways, he can be a a young kangaroo, a coy nickname for a schnauzer, or just another name for Joseph. I define this slightly different.
Joey is opposed to change, but willing to learn. He is stubborn, yet willing to do whatever, whenever. He is indecisive, yet spontaneous often getting himself into trouble with that spontaneity.
My biggest issue though. I am loney. I'm not sure why, but I am.
I surround myself with love, but only find emptiness, and animosity, and coldness, and pain.
I'm starting to write a book.
It's called, I'm in love with a guy, and I don't know why?
Basically, if I spelled that word correctly, it's about my thoughts, my essays, wondering where I came from, what I've become, and who I want to be. How people see me is not what I want them to see. Perhaps as I write I will understand myself, my passions, my longings, and my feelings. Maybe I can evolve as a spiritual being as well.
This lack of writing isn't exactly coming from a block, although call it what you will cuz I just can't seem to express myself anymore, but mainly due the fact that I lost my wi-fi internet I was stealing from the neighbors router.
But beside that point here is the newest thoughts and confessions for the lone wolf.
Joey can be defined in many ways, he can be a a young kangaroo, a coy nickname for a schnauzer, or just another name for Joseph. I define this slightly different.
Joey is opposed to change, but willing to learn. He is stubborn, yet willing to do whatever, whenever. He is indecisive, yet spontaneous often getting himself into trouble with that spontaneity.
My biggest issue though. I am loney. I'm not sure why, but I am.
I surround myself with love, but only find emptiness, and animosity, and coldness, and pain.
I'm starting to write a book.
It's called, I'm in love with a guy, and I don't know why?
Basically, if I spelled that word correctly, it's about my thoughts, my essays, wondering where I came from, what I've become, and who I want to be. How people see me is not what I want them to see. Perhaps as I write I will understand myself, my passions, my longings, and my feelings. Maybe I can evolve as a spiritual being as well.
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