Bored at work, put off by the stigma of the kids at livejournal, this is all completely on a whim.
Have I become so jaded that I'm immune to heartbreak? A friend once told me that I'd never know I was alive if I didn't cry.
So am I dead inside? Or did I give up a long time ago?
An ex told me that "apathy was the biggest problem in our country". I'd agree, but I don't really care that much.
Signed,
jaded and apathetic
About Me
- jenniferocious!
- "If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always.I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you..... Night is the harvester of memories. Night is the gatherer of thoughts that hide in sunlight. Night brings out the inhabitants from the deep cracks that shun the idiotic noise of the masses. Night empowers and makes one bold. True love and the telling of secrets only happens at night. Sunlight is a passionless interrogator. Candlelight brings out the beauty of the human form."
1 comment:
Hey look. this was your first post here. you were so angsty then. do people sometimes try to have secret conversations with each other hidden in really old threads of conversation?
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