Some Bitterness With Your Breakfast?

It saddens me that even ex-druggie, 50 year old rockers who've never had a career in their life would give all their money to pay for their daughter to become a professional ballet dancer; and my parents wouldn't even keep me in school long enough to graduate.
I feel so bitter sometimes, so hopeless and lost.
But I guess that's normal in this day and age. This era of apathy, corruption, and a brainwashed population.

The End For Now

Hi. I've been away for a long time.
I'm not really the same person I was when I left.
I'm disenchanted, sad...without spark or cleverness.
I can barely even spell anymore.
My brain rotted inside my head.
I couldn't have an intelligent conversation to save my life.
I miss what used to be....but I've lost so much.
And now come a difficult decision.
The decision to stop writing this blog until I can find my inspiration and my joy again.
Until my passion for the art of writing returns I have no reason to litter this metaphorical page with my thoughts.
The brilliance of my light is dying.

Between then and now

Well, well.
I don't really know where to start.
It was like a sudden flood of changes.
What, like suddenly I'm engaged now?
Suddenly I'm graduating early, moving to Italy, getting married....
Where did my plans change?
Was it after my mom and step-dad got divorced, or maybe after I decided to reconcile with my dad, maybe when I finally let go of all those things that made me sad or angry.
So with that said, I'm glad all my dreams are going to come true.
I'm glad that I love him so much, I guess things worked out after all.

Random Thoughts

Why am I smoking cigarettes with a half healed tongue ring?
Who knows.
Who knows why anything happens these days?
This is my crash course in real life.

After Some Whining

I just have to rely on myself.
Wish me luck. Love, Bunny <3

Feeling better.
It just takes time I guess.
But I just got the chance to hold a decapitated rattlesnake, it was pretty awesome.

Within My Looking Glass Lies The Forgotten Past

Oh, my God! I am crazy!
It rushes into my mind, all those things I had forgotten.
It means so much, seen within those dreams.
A mirror in time, I saw this in a dream once.
I was there before it happened, but it happened all the time.
I saw this in a dream once, my long forgotten memories.
Yes, those I adore....maybe, once upon a dream.
I'm writing bad poetry in the dark; oh, my!
Where am I?
Maybe once upon a dream...I was there once, remember?
A song in the background.
In a novel holding fantasy.
Ghosts of my childhood, dance before me.
Ancient riddles lost with time.
I'll be a modern day Keats....the new Queen of Poetry....
Once upon a midnight story.
We call this.....I wonder, it was lost on a path decayed.
Poor Keats sad was his story.
Which brings me to the riddles of time; I'm writing history.
It brings me back to my point that any genius is crazy.
See it in Van Gogh or even Hemmingway.
This is why I'm schizophrenic.
Why is schizophrenia only diagnosed in adulthood?
They should catch it early.
I wish those voices would shut up, but maybe I'm acting.
It's one of those movie scenes, like a once upon a time, we need to stop talking.
Another cliche; oh, really?
Once upon a time; is past tense, right?
The secret to creating a good television serieses is the ability to keep several story lines going simultaneously.
Relatable characters, catchy music, clever humours, and lovely plethora of details....
Conversation is poetry, it has it's own rhythm.
Japan kinda scares me!
They've surely got skeletons in their closets, you can tell by their television.
I mean think about it, really.
Normalcy is starting to sound really good....and I can have both a Lifetime Movie Network and IFC
Fads are subliminal messaging, it has to do with politics...Orwell and Huxley were right.

Nemo

Is it bad that I still feel out of place among my friends?
Or that I remember my daydreams from childhood vividly, while actual events remain so fuzzy on the reel playing in my mind?
My Southern Boy told me that a few months after I broke up with Satan that he talked about me.....
Mostly good things....and then also that he said, "She didn't wait for me. Fuck it, she broke my heart. I'll never forgive her."
And he never did.
I convinced Ivy to call him last week, because we needed a bong.
So we sat on his bed and she said, "It's been such a long time since we've all been here together."
Catwoman was there too, and it felt like old times.
"Don't get all sentimental on me," I replied.
Because the last time we were all there like that things were so different, and it inspired another long pointless chapter in this saga.
It's my fantasy, my sad excuse for a romance novel.
I made them leave soon after, because I couldn't stand being in the same room with him.
And that was the highlight of last week....trying to combat painful memories.
I need a hobbie, don't I?