I hate that feeling of depression...that pushes things to where you do not want to do anything.

Apathy is annoying.

Badgering and beating.

Trying to breath at times is hard.

But every time I stand up, every day I get up out of bed and keepkicking things around...it gets just a little easier.

Every time.

It's hard to stand up.

But time to stand tall and not give up.

Time and time again.

Ouchie.

I'm really tired of being in pain so often.

It stars to wear on the sanity after awhile.

Late Night Thinking

Still trying to work out thoughts.
Not happening very well.
Or easily.

Feels like my brain has just been blocked.
Well there is a block preventing me from writing.
Having creative outlets.

It's easy to stare at my ceiling fan listening to Nine Inch Nails or U2.
It is so easy because nothing creative is coming out.

The best I get is when working on decks for Magic but even still I'm just getting bored of it.

Not bored of life.
Just bored of what feels like a singular always repeating path with no real change.

I stopped playing games for the most part back in 2006 and while they have helped me cope with things the past couple of years...I may be in need of a break.

Or just a change.

A massive giant change.

So many mixed thoughts and none of them coming out...

Strange turn of events.
Socialness.
Weird.

Sleep.
Need sleep.
Need sleep baaadly...

Sleep.
Need sleep.
Need sleep baaadly...

Ridiculous Songs at Night

I feel the energy.
Hunger for hate.
Seething rage about to boil.
Kick the music into overdrive.
Sound waves starting to careen
create and crease as it starts to live.

Vibrations,
they make and create
blurred lines of emotions.
Screams and slamming
a beat
with tone
and reverberating.

Smash this,
break it in
and don't know
never know
what just to do.

Thesis Writing

Wow.
I didn't realize how hard it would be.

Seriously.

I have not had such a hard time writing...in...well...forever.

I am so freaking worried about getting myself expelled or kicked out for being too moderate and upsetting the status quo.

That is why I'm trying to work on several projects at once...I am hoping the excess of writing will help trigger something with my thesis and then I will be able to just throw it all down, get it down, get it approved and then dance across the stage and May and never return to that insufferable school.

But in the mean time I have to read for school, write some smaller papers and explore the realm of online writing. Right now it's just writing reviews and placing them online to give myself some focus...but that is better than just sitting here and hitting my head against the desk.

So This Is New:

http://lamecreation.tumblr.com/

Recovering from misanthropy is a hard job.

Meek Whispers into the Night

Oh Soul,
are you lonesome tonight?
Are you lonely tonight?
Are you looking for love,
just for tonight?

Tired Soul,
broken nails,
dirty face
and tear stained clothing
are all hurting like Hell,
getting tired of grace.

Oh Soul,
won't you come out tonight?
Will you speak out tonight?
Be moved tonight?
The hour grows late
and soon the chime shall ring
striking chords of midnight
and what have we to show?

Made to be of a consistency
reflecting that of
Celluloid and Cellophane.
False lies
and plastic smiles.

I hope it does not repeat again tomorrow night. 

World of Warcraft

Yeah...just...don't even say a thing.
Stigma.
Shame.
Guilty pleasure.
Wonderful music.
Familiar sounds.

The only thing that could hope to ever match it was The Matrix Online...

Must finish prospectus...must finish prospectus...must...finish...prospectus...

Frustrations and pain.
So annoying.
But at least things are not worse.

Seriously.
Could be infinitely worse and I'm glad to be breathing...to be alive and feel pain, as frustrating as it can be.

Quote of the Day:

"Love is not fantasy. Love is real, and true love is forever. True love comes without condition. It comes with sacrifice and selflessness. It comes in the form of freedom. I have felt it. I still feel it burning inside me like a raging fire that will not be contained. It sweeps over barren landscapes and devours the bleak darkness and the empty sorrow. It washes over pain and hopelessness until nothing remains but these: Faith, Hope, and Love… but the greatest of these is love.“

—	"The Spinal Cord Perception" by Joshua S. Porter

People being people is nothing new.
I just wish...well kind of hoped...
Hoping for hope.
And growth.
Being able to let go of pain.
And the past.

Yeah.
All those things.
At once.

Well...people suck.

On Fruit

Some people dislike fruit?
This is sad.
How can someone dislike an entire food group in which there is enough variety that the options alone could crush you to death?

"I Am Afraid I Am Me" - Showbread

"Lately i have found frustration among the incongruence
a movement of peasants and pacifists drowning in patriotic affluence
i feel as though i should do something but I'm staggered by the ramifications
they've baptized the empire into the church and heralded its sanctification

sometimes i feel as though I'm taking place outside of myself
but I'm afraid that i am me
I am me
 I'm me
 I'm me

"blessed are the meek" succumbs to "might makes right"
"turn the other cheek" succumbs to per-emptive strike
"love your enemies" is fossilized beneath the frozen tundra
and "blessed are the poor in spirit" is devoured by "God bless America"

you file the children into the classrooms, make them stand and say an oath
and when we ask "should i love God or my country?"
you smile and tell us "both."
we've hidden the God we claim we serve and driven him beneath the floorboards
but i can still hear this still, small voice
and i can't take it anymore"

So for all the crazy depressing stuff...life isn't so bad once you get past the silly melancholy.
As it's been said "This too shall pass" and I think that applies to both good and bad things.
I can and choose to smile in defiance of  a broken world.
There is good and I haven't given up.

Interesting Article:

http://joshdies.com/2013/02/08/the-jesus-follower-vs-the-arts/

" Maybe if Christians continue to flee in the face of art and culture they will continue to run the risk of creating tired, dishonest and irrelevant art and culture of their own. This is a risk our King calls us away from as he engages the criminals, the crooks, the hookers and the sinners like you and me. For those called to be creative, as their heavenly Father is creative, there is no private Christian culture, no umbrella for believers to hide beneath. The gospel is a powerful and dangerous thing, a lamp that cannot be covered by a shade."

Not great.
Fantastic.
Or amazing.
But stable.
Don't seem to be getting worse.
Woo.
:)

Ouch.
My insides hurt.
-_-

Wow drinking Orange juice while sick REALLY hurts.