I don't know why I should write, anymore.

I will admit, every day it gets harder to breathe. I think that I may stop, soon.

Belief

You know, when a person is growing up, they often wonder whether it's possible to love more than one person in their lifetime. If the answer isn't 'Yes', then love is not worth it. It's just such a silly sentiment.
   I lost my romance, some ways back. It was somewhere between falling for Cassie and pushing me past her and bashing my face into the ground. Do I choose the wrong battles to fight? Probably. Who will really ever know. It'd be nice if I became famous someday, and people closely examined my life so that I wouldn't be stuck wonder what was really worth fighting for.
   Inevitably, now there's just me. Welcome? Yea. It's here on out, now. Forward motion. That's it. Me.

Bienvenue à la vie isolée.

a situation is no diagnosis for a majority

I'm pretty sure that I'm partially schizophrenic, and that it may be the reason I never make sense. It may also be why I am such a good actor.

It makes me think of a premise for a story where an actor is world-renowned for his skill, but is tortured by the demons of his mind, the fruits of his success.

I'm a method actor. 

Today is a day when my spirit is broken. Thumbs-down, citizens.

All's Well That Ends Well

It's a phrase that I never liked.

Having a situation that goes well all the way through is something that requires intensive planning, so having a Real Life situation go well all the way through is relatively rare.

Today's 'Superbowl Sunday', which means that people will be celebrating the sabbath with their best friends, Coors, Miller and Bud. Here's to driving home at 10pm and avoiding the drunks. Heil Superbowl Sunday.

   We're going to try to put the game up on the televisions. Hopefully it works.

My life doesn't get many exciting things anymore. I just live in fantasies. How sad... Love is still existent, though. I just wish I was proved right.