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[05 Aug 2008|12:31pm]
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[30 Jul 2008|08:22pm]
How can you be friends with someone who cheated on you multiple times after being with you for years, yet you can't be friends with me? You're friends with two of your ex's, both in which at one point you claimed to hate, yet working things out as friends with me is out of the question?


How? How is this possible and what makes me so bad compared to a cheater and a swinger? How is it that things are "fossilized" or "improbable" with me, but not with either of these people? Especially the one who cheated? How are they worthy of another shot at friendship and I'm not? None of it makes sense.


In the end, you did try, but the timing was wrong... I wanted time away from you back then because all you had put me through (and even I had put you through). Also, It's draining to be there for someone all of the time who isn't there for you until the end, when you want nothing more than to seclude yourself until you were stable enough to deal with and face the person who was hurting you most. I'm sorry that these people were worth it and for some crazy reason, I wasn't. All I wanted was for us to work out a friendship and to be okay... I guess that wasn't in the cards for us. We're probably better off anyway. It's just unfair, but that's okay. That's life... there's always gotta be at least one unfair thing.
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[04 Mar 2008|10:15pm]
Come back.

I'm asymmetric without you.


We are made to fight.
And fuck.
And talk.
And fight again.
And sit around and laugh until we choke.
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[04 Mar 2008|10:09pm]
Every woman wants a man who's just a little bit fucked up. A man with an alcohol problem, a drug problem, maybe even a sexual addiction. A man she can fix, who will become better because of her presence. One who will do anything to keep her around because he needs her more than any other substance addiction. Anyone can be tainted, that's the easy part. The real challenge lies in putting the puzzle back together. It's hard to get a person to get their shit straight. There's no better ego boost in the world than, "He's a better person today because of me." Sure, women want men who will pamper them and I think secretly some of them want men who have no faults, although I'm sure they understand such a man does not exist. But the thought of fighting for a greater possibility is so tempting. Like I said, it's a challenge. Half of the temptation is getting caught up in the problem. The other half is that female instinct that enables any woman to seek out dramatic situations and immediately install herself into them.
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[24 Feb 2008|12:09pm]
one day you're going to want that specific girl. that girl that knew she wasn't perfect, but tried to be for you. that girl who wanted nothing more than to be there for you and love you the only way she knew she could. that girl who sees your flaws, but values them as much as your strengths. that girl who still can't bring herself to hate you, even though you probably deserve it. that girl who saw past your pretty face and treasured parts of you that no one else appreciated. that girl who realizes she may never have your heart, but will carry the image of you in hers forever. and by the time you realize that's the girl you're looking for, she'll be with the guy who already knew.
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[24 Feb 2008|12:07pm]
love doesn't mean that you'll never break up it just means you'll always get back together
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[17 Feb 2008|10:16pm]
i'm coming to terms with the fact that falling in love requires a leap of faith and a soft landing is never guaranteed.
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[17 Feb 2008|09:11am]
"The worst feeling isn't being lonely. It's being forgotten by someone you could never forget."
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[28 Jan 2008|08:24pm]
through all the pain and lies,
i have never complained,
but no matter how hard i tried,
your heart i couldn't tame
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[21 Jan 2008|04:18pm]
"a wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left."
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[20 Jan 2008|10:33pm]
http://www.idkwtf.com/videos/latest-videos/dear-sister-snl-digital-short
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[14 Jan 2008|09:06pm]
Our nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice is technology. Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none. Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be.

You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence. We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you. We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not naive children. We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself. We are The Massive. One Massive.

We were first drawn by the sound. From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring. We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it, we came to accept that we are all equal. Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: we are all equal. And somewhere around 35Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits. Pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world. It is in that very instant, with these initial realizations that each of us was truly born.

We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night. Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest, most intense, most hedonistic form. In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilize and secure for us. We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackles and restraints you've put on us for your own peace of mind. We seek to re-write the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born. Programming that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon hole possible. Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels. Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with our own capable hands. Programming that tells us to close our minds, instead of open them.

Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the distopian reality of a world you've created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in: Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony, Expression, Responsibility and Respect.

Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information. Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence. But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party. You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. The music will never stop. The heartbeat will never fade. The party will never end.

I am a raver, and this is my manifesto.
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Friends only. Comment to be added. [14 Jan 2008|08:36pm]
[ mood | bored ]
[ music | Hold Your Colour - Pendulum ]

Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story by Chuck Klosterman.
We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It's easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven't even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.

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