Good Karma

Good deeds:
1. Wished him well, though things, for me, are still shady.
2. Gave a homeless man a dollar for a burger.
3. Helped my roommate by posting a bomb craigslist ad.

I'm doing these things not for myself, but because they're the nice things to go. Only after does my unrealistic hope for good karma come into play. Lets hope it works.

Scarlett Johansson

Half sleeve? Bold move for an actress.




oh and, chick is bangin.

You've been on my mind a lot the past 24 hours, I know why. A girl here committed suicide last night. She jumped out of her dorm window, 16th floor. I just left her candle light service, and the whole time I was there I was thinking of you. I was doing the same thing a year and a half ago, except my eyes were full of tears and there was a hole in my chest. I didn't know her, but I knew you and I know how much pain her friends are in, because we felt it. We all love you.

I don't feel like myself anymore. The way I act, the things I say, the thoughts in my mind, the way I look; everything about me is now new to me. I don't like it at all. I feel like my schoolwork is going down the drain. Now that I don't have a major distraction, I should be pulling all A's. But I can't seem to concentrate or accomplish anything anymore. I can't seem to take my mind off of stupid things and how angry I am and unhappy. I watch Sex and the City religiously because, somehow, it takes my mind off of my own life. In the past three months I've changed myself so much. With tattoos and haircuts and clothes it seems I'm doing things to change me so that I'll like me more. I'm not myself. I need to cut out from everything and everyone and figure things out.

I'm so full of hate right now. I was in that happy whatever stage, greatly due to these summer rays. But after hearing the things you've said about me or in regards to me and how you continue to put the blame on me, after you told me you knew it was you, really angered me.





It shocks me how low people can be at times.