psynapse

we used to have the breaking house. an old abandoned house in a field somewhere. you would just get fucked up and smash various parts of it; windows, walls, doors, ceiling, etc. i know it was stupid. but, it was an enjoyable way to spend a saturday night.

i think carl jung thought that you projected your unconcious onto people, and that's what made you get the feeling that you like or dislike someone immediately upon meeting them. so does that mean that if you get frustrated by and dislike most people, you really are being frustrated by and disliking some aspect of yourself that you cannot "deal with"? something in your unconcious...
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sad because...she loves me not.
happy because...soul coughing is on.
sad because...work sucks.
happy because...this thing:
sad because...not losing weight.
happy because...tomorrow's friday.
sad because...everyone went away.
happy because...no one is talking.
sad because...not accomplishing anything.

i just wrote an extremely long rant about how i wished people would be more concise and to the point with their words, but i erased it. i don't want to rant and rave about nonsense. i want to be happy. i want to feel like a whole, normal, happy person. i want to say, "i'm going to a movie with my girlfriend". i don't...
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stomach knotting up...

is this love?

hello people out there. as you may have noticed (yeah right) literary week has been cancelled, seeing as how i came here to austin texas on thursday night, and do not have any of my books here to copy passages out of. i know you must be heartbroken, but cheer up. it's not the end of the world.

what may be the end of the...
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alright folks, if you're just tuning in, this whole week i've been doing "literary week" as an homage to the SG theme weeks they sometimes do. so, here goes:

He slowly approached the girl, closer and closer, stepped under the overhanging roof, and halted one step behind her. She did not hear him.
She had red hair and wore a gray, sleeveless dress. Her arms...
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and now, ladies and gentlemen, literary week in brian's journal rolls on...

On the night of January 21, 1975, Gary was sitting in his cell, awaiting the guards. They were supposed to come for him at midnight and take him to his plane to Illinois.
"Man, I don't want to go," Gary told a friend by the name of Roger, in the cell next to...
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i just had a thought (my one for the day). since SG is always doing theme weeks (new girl week, two girl set week, etc), i thought i would do one myself. my theme is literary week. so, without further ado:

Shadow took a quarter from his pocket, tails up. He flicked it up in the air, knocking it against his finger as it left...
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hi everyone. i just wanna say thank you to everyone who wished me happy birthday. it actually means a lot to me when people say that, it is very much appreciated.

as for journal-entry-worthy thoughts, i have none at the moment.