To no one in particular.



...For my childish actions and rationality towards my friends and beyond.

I and only I do hold responsibility for it. I just beg that others may forgive this imperfection amongst imperfections as I can only overcome it with the help and experience of being with others.

My maturity still has a childish undertone and sometimes overtone.
But I like that about me.



But if you can't tolerate me, then please tell it to my face. Its hard to look beyond the surface when I care for someone.
Take care, everyone.♥

I seem to have completed a new part of my dream world last night. Its a mountainous region with a town on a valley-like plateau. The view was magnificent even as we fled from some horribly over used zombie plot

Since this probably makes no sense, I'll explain. I am positively sure my dreams all take place in the same world, just a few parts per dream though.

Typically the detail isn't amazing, but this time it was almost more than the earth can create since the dawn of man. I almost died in my sleep as I was struck breathless with ice-capped mountains and the lushious green mountainsides of places undefiled by the filth of man.
I caught a glimpse of Shangrila.

Anyhow there's a straight bar with a mini drag show in it haha
The town is kind of like a typical zombie-mountain town, not far from another dreamscape of mine with a megacorporation similar but more complex than Umbrella Inc.

~WARNING: RECURRING THEME~
Though we never did escape due to traffic, I can't help but think it was a beautiful dream that showed my I may never be loved like I need, so I should just devote my life to the people in my life. It wasn't bad helping the victim in my dream



Now did I ramble on too long? I seriously want to know no matter how old this blog gets lmao

Who hacked DeviantArt and Changed all the Icons to Mudkipz? O:

EDIT: Ok haha. I get it. Took me 14 hours into it, but alas its April Fools Day >_>

...Are entirely up to you

☻EDIT☻
♠Disregard my past post please...♠

I had dreamt of meeting old friends and making new ones in the guise of visiting my dream-version of Kent State Univeristy. And best of all, they were all civil and almost in a Harmonious beauty like only dreams can weave.

I miss you all: those from Nordonia new and old, from the internet, from far and near, from gone to ever present, and those who choose to evade and ignore me.

I don't know if I'll find what I need and shant try anymore, but I still want to spread my love to all I call "Friend." All you I do hold dear to me and hope only for the best and hope I can help you even if it kills me.
You're all welcome in my mind and heart.


And also thank you Nick and Sam. You two helped pull me out of myself last night and into the club without a care in me.♥

And thank you my anonymous friend. What has transpired may never happen again, but I enjoyed being of mutual service, something I do dearly love more than many a finer thing in life.



May blessing find you all with or without me.

The bottom line.

I'm still stuck on it.
I can't sleep at night as I'm plagued with thoughts surrounding it and my near paranoia/rationality.
The usual aches and pains of an unwanted passion.

The rest pales in comparison.

In other news, I do believe I'm going for an online course of Pham Tech through CSU. Now I need the monies.
And I'm going to Branson, MO for my brother's spring break starting Tomorrow. Ugh...


Adding in the necessary "BLAH BLAH BLAH RELATIONSHIPS BLAH BLAH EMO STUFF"



Sentience is a cruel disability in the sensations of our unlikely birth.
I'll take to not having been born with a soul to not have to worry of the pains of life and the sufferings of the many. Should all perish this morrow without warning or blood-curdling anguish so be it. Of lack-of is a blessing too great to appreciate or receive without fear or retaliation.

Self-mutilation never looked lovelier.
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So here is a game.

Give me a reason why. Why I shouldn't regain my composure and spirit away in order to delay the circumstantial relay of my entireties spiral to a beloved and desired decay?

I need but a thought.


Gotcha
You needn't do that. I'm not as selfish as that.
At least not like most whom I treasure.

I wish someone would actually finish the jobs the start on me. Or not lie or make promises they can't commit to so I can have false hope.
I'm done. 'Cause there's no one to exist to care unconditionally.
I'm a picky asshole now too.