Such a pretty doe bounds across the lake.

Writing to express relative happiness, for a change.

I wonder what I should do next?

Oh, Lewis...

"If I find in myself a desire in which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world."

I read this quote today on someone's page, thought to myself, "OH GOD," then immediately laughed at the irony.

If life isn't amusing, you're doing it wrong, I guess.

Today?

Tranquil, though there was that echoing laughter in the back of my thoughts.

I wonder what distinguishable moods are like.

"I couldn't really jump that far."

~Vague

Mesmerized

By silence. I'm really enjoying this whole, "having no one to talk to save for a few," thing. I guess I was right all along. The stress, the circular thoughts I could have been using for other things: unnecessary, and not worth the risk or the effort. Though there are a couple people I find perplexing, still.

Can't say I'm exactly happy, yet, though. I really need to learn to draw one of these days. Would it be weird if I wrote a song?

~Vague

I used to scoff

There's bloody metal everywhere. I'm terrified of picking up the pieces. I thought.


Why must I care?

I don't know how to handle the pieces. Just like I said a few months ago.