Macaroni. This is how I feel tonight.

Let the record state, that I want to go home.

Fuck! Fuck you! Fuck me! Fuck old people! Fuck children! Fuck peace! Fuck peace...

Love is either in your heart, or on its way.

Love. It's a burning thing. And it makes, a fire-y ring.

Probably best weekend ever. Family weekend with Kwan. We spent 72 hours of pure bliss together, platonic and otherwise. His schedule changes this week though and we shall stand the pure test of time. Though we've already stood it and passed. 6 weeks? What's 6 months, 6 years...? The way I feel, is everything that he says is romantically priceless. And it will find its way into a movie script or novel or short story of mine one day. And girls will swoon. And I will have lived it. Deal with that.

Try as I may, it doesnt last...

Oh, the trails and tribulations of life. I feel like this is the on-going theme of this blog. Neuroses. Trying to get rid of the muck. Searching for happiness. I think I like coming up with themes. I'll continue with themes in my writing and life:

-Trying to define love
-Looking for identity
-What it means to be human
-Purpose and adulthood
-Responsibility
-Loneliness
-Spirit
-Relationships