Extremely Perishable

Just like the Titanic, my virginity and acid-wash jeans.

The Best Intentions

January 15, 2006
The new year always makes you feel.

You feel sad. You feel happy. You feel vulnerable. You feel resilient. You feel lost. You feel grounded. You feel new. You feel, you feel, you feel ... and you're constantly trying to evaluate those feelings, because everyone will tell you that the new year is the best time to reorganize your life and figure out your emotions - and change.

But what if I don't know how to feel? What to feel? How do I change when I don't even know what's wrong? Or what if the problems are totally out of my control?

This is what I think about, while I'm refusing to make resolutions. At this point, I may not know what I feel but I do know what I think - and that is that I don't like the New Years Resolution. They always get broken. All I can do is try to live each second of life with the best intentions. Push through the bullshit.

and there's so much of it. Cause people are strange. Even the ones you think you know.