Tears can be brought to my eyes when I think of the beauty that is contained in this world. What is possible is so intense and endless that I can scarcely believe it at times. I love my friends so much it hurts, they are the most important people in my life. I think there's validity in anyone sometimes you just have to look hard to find it. I am grateful for all my experiences and everyone who talks to me for we are not so different.

Ever look straight up on a snowy day? It seems to go on forever. I am in love with the sky, it is one of the few things that has never changed through human history and like a person's eyes, I believe it contains unimaginable secrets.

I am very easygoing and maybe even a little clever at times. People say I'm shy but I've been breaking out of my shell as of late now that I've started to find myself. I love to talk to people and share experiences as well as party it up when necessary.

I love the quiet wisdom of penguins. I love things that are really big and really small. I love stuffed animals and anything else kinesthetically pleasing. I love to cuddle. I love reading and writing and generally being creative. I love hugs. I love you.

I don't have the energy anymore. You're all against me. You work, you slave over a kitchen stove all day and you get overdone chinese noodles. The kitchen stove being life and the overdone chinese noodles being me fucking hating you all!

Seriously, fucking women don't have a fucking clue about their own heads. I'll never be a nice guy again, I'm a fucking prick now. Any morsel of hope to be found in the world is just God playing a cruel joke. All the social whoring networking sites in the universe isn't going to change that. Don't one of you even try to make me even partially satisfied with my life because it will be stripped away from me like a pair of Christina Aguilara crotchless pants.

I've been knocked down so many times that I don't pick myself up anymore. I understand the nature of the world, it is to suffer and die. I've come to expect so little from the world that I'd be really fucking surprised if I made some semblance of a friend here.

The greatest lie ever told is to just be yourself. You're all shit and I really couldn't give any less of a fuck anymore. If I haven't logged in for a while, assume that it's because I've shot myself in the face.

I am here because I am internet popular and I've been told that people from Edmonton use this despite it not being nearly as customizable as myspace.

People tend to either like me a lot or really not at all. The best I can hope for in this world is to maybe find 2 or 3 really close companions. I am not punk, goth, a raver, religious, or square - I will never find a group to belong to, I've been rejected by all. Which is not to say I am not worth knowing. Sometimes I just have to wait for people to catch up and realize it's cool to like me.

I am searching for myself in others.