Choose your poison. Main the title page. Me all you'd ever wanna know. Writing poems, essays, stories. Art things I've drawn. Music shows, bands, good lines. You interactive inanity. Links good stuff I wish I'd made.
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feel the angst!12/3/00Among other people, the single thing I enjoy most is being able to trust and rely on someone as a friend. Without that, what point is there in even interacting? Understandably, a solid trust between people does not just magically form; it takes work, but that's part of a friendship. The worst feeling I know is betrayal, when someone thought to be a reliable friend turns out not to be, for whatever reason. Trust and reliability involve being able to trust them to keep secrets, to put up with you when you need to vent or gush, and most importantly, to be sure that they care when you're having a bad day and to know they will be honest with you in every way. This means none of that friends-for-now bullshit. If you're the type who's in it for the image, you'd better be sure you're cool with me before you want me to be cool with you. I am not disposable. The one other thing that really gets to me is when people don't tell me when they're mad at me. If you have a problem with me, talk to me about it before you go telling other people and getting them involved. Have you ever seen or heard something, and thought it was so beautiful you could feel it inside of you? Don't laugh; I know it sounds corny, but that's what I feel. Something somewhere inside me just clicks, and it's the nicest feeling I've ever had. Very peaceful and content. But I don't mean the beauty of five-minute blondes with big boobs, or hot guys on WB. More in the arts, nature, and just observing the way people act. Mostly, in music: I am an avid lover of punk, alternative, ska, metal, techno, and hardcore, among other things. However, weird(or sad) though it may seem, my favorite song(piece) is Pachelbel's Canon in D. I don't really know why, but it strikes something in me. It's an amazing song. Check the melodies page.
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