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miscellaneous thoughts by edward


it sure was nice seeing you again

jonas likes to molest himself ferociously

they are some cute happanin girls

windwaker is so freeking cool

i wish i could see my dad a little more nowadays.

project epsylon



::: posted by Eddie at 6:04 PM


 
someone tell me why i still try. it just seems to me that whenever i try, whenever i finally get the curage to say anything, i end up setting myself up. and as always, i understand; i understand your reasonings, i understand where it all stands. but i still have my thoughts, i still have my wonders. fuck shit damn cunt pussy bitch bastard. (had to get that out)


::: posted by Eddie at 8:09 PM


 
so tomarrow. things will get all cleard up, i hope.


::: posted by Eddie at 11:58 PM


 
i hate this, i really do. sitting here with all the time to think, waiting for the time to speak with you. fuck! it bothers me too much.


::: posted by Eddie at 10:35 PM


 
so many thoughts, way too much time. sometimes the worst combination.


::: posted by Eddie at 8:53 PM


 
so tonight, ive recieved the confirmation that i needed to gather my courage. time will tell on what will happen, and when that time comes, you sure to read about it. blah blah blah blah blah blah im gonna take a shower now


::: posted by Eddie at 10:46 PM


 
and then i thought to myself, why do i procrastinate so? why is it that i never can express my feelings to you?


::: posted by Eddie at 4:18 PM


 
tell me. what do you see? what do you feel? what i see, what i saw, was that you were more beautiful than i rememberd. what i felt, was that i want to be with you. it just feels that we have this strong connection, but im never sure of things. bleh. but when you look at this, can you see that it would work to great proportions? can you see that people like us need to stick together and stuff like that? whatever... im tired, need sleep


::: posted by Eddie at 12:47 AM


 
sometimes, i get in that mood where i need to vent. sometimes i just need to shoot out whatever i have to say, to whoever. sometimes after i get it all out though, i feel like a jerk, but then everything seems to get better. so .....uh yeha


::: posted by Eddie at 3:40 PM


 
maturity, let us ponder this for a moment. people take us as immature, being ones to go out and "wig out." people always tell us, that we are not mature, that we should BE mature. maturity, i think, its way to blam in your face, and something that says "fuck you bitch, you cant have fun!" even if we like to go crazy and have fun, this does not make us immature. maturity is not being an absolute adult, doing everything seriously, with no enthusiasm. ya see, you can go out, you can have fun, you can wig out, but you can also calm yourself, sit down, and be normal. you can sit back and you can be "mature." people who call us "crazy kids" imature, have yet to see who we are. have yet to see that we are more than (wee'rre mooorre than great coats. sorry about that) just a wacked out person. they have yet to see that we are mature, that we have other sides and stuff.

i wish i could write a little better



::: posted by Eddie at 9:35 PM


 
who cares? come off it.


::: posted by Eddie at 11:29 PM


 
i watch as they beat down on her past. torture her with her simple flaws, problems. all ive ever wanted to do was help. and here i be, watching. yeah words do good, but i want to show you how much a care. i hate watching you get torn, tattered, beat down. im tired of these triffle things that frustrate you. and i want to be there for you. and here i am, willing. ive always been here, but i think just now im realizing it. i realize, that im here to help, and i want to tell you more of how i feel. crazy.... i guess thats it.


::: posted by Eddie at 1:06 AM


 
i find this strange. in some subtle fassion, a once known connection is being destroyed with manipulative actions. i watch as the visions pass by, things fade off, thoughts start to wonder about trying to figure out exactly what is going on. its odd, it doesnt seem like its all messed up, but i feel that something is going on. i know. and i will find out someday, and foil evil.


::: posted by Eddie at 5:00 PM


 
walking down the hallways i see a familiar face, the first thing they talk to me about is my sisters baby. once again i take a stroll and another face arives. they ask me about my sisters baby. why cant they just ask me about how orgasmic the new windwaker zelda is?


::: posted by Eddie at 8:37 PM


 
ya know, its exciting. its exciting to know that someone is anticipating may 10th as much as i am. we are both geeked like ....uh geeks i guess. oh and jonas, mine is platnum.


::: posted by Eddie at 12:38 AM


 
well its march second and you all know what that means! HAPPY BIRHTDAY BON JOVI! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DR SUESS!


::: posted by Eddie at 5:38 PM


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