Going back in the past and appreciating my genius.

Well, maybe not "genius" per se, but I'm pretty damn proud of myself.

The most beautiful realizations come from the deepest pains.

I'm hungry again

A reward for my positive attitude? I missed wanting food.

Hey, so who are you?

If I know you in my real life, would you please let me know that you read this?


It's nice to know who's listening. Thank you, everybody!

Deathly Hallows: Part 1

I can feel you heart-to-heart, Ron. I can feel you especially with the evil thing around your neck. I could feel the weight of evil around my chest, coursing through my veins and through out my body. Luckily, I nipped that in the bud and forced myself to recognize brightness again.

I came back, and so did Ron.

When you are Kirstin Wiig's character from Bridesmaids.

"I'm your life Annie! Fight back!"

God damn it. I'm fucking fighting back.

Ciarlene deals with her feelings

I just burnt some shit up. I burnt that shit that made me reminisce for years. That shit's muthafuckin done now. Now I'm eating muthafuckin breakfast while watching muthafuckin TV.

That shit's burnt up. That shit made me feel like something I'm not, which is shit. Now who's shit now, muthafuckas?

Slutty cunt fuckers!

I'm not a slutty cunt fucker. Not a lot of people are. I'm a good person. I'm a wonderful person. I am good enough.

I is kind. I is smart. I is important.