Bullshit

My name's Jonathan. As much as I would like to be more focused on life, I'm not. I'm not really. I learned Flightless Bird American Mouth by Iron and Wine on guitar a few days ago when I found the song, realizing that it was the song at the end of Twilight the first edition. I like Twilight, I'll admit it. I like werewolves in a whimsical manner. I read the yahoo article of Conan O'Brien's affair with Jay Leno on 60 minutes. I spend shitloads of time on facebook. I also spend a shitload of time watching porn that I'm learning how to regain that love I once had for genuine touch. I ate grilled pork with rice today, and spent 12 dollars today on BART tickets, Samtrans, and a very nonrecreational burrito.

I'm just a normal guy taking everything one day at a time. I dream, yeah, I dream. And in some occasions, I do. I do things, and I want things, and I chase after those things until I can't anymore, and all I'm left is thoughts in a self murdering manner. I work so hard it makes me throw up. I try so hard and sometimes it seems all things are just taken from me. I go home, wherever I can. Then I wake up, get over it, and do it over and over and over and over and over and over and god damn over and over again. When in doubt, I need to read, I need to research, because there has to be a way, there just has to. I've been thinking about getting a tatoo that says "HOPE" on the back of my forearm. I've been thinking about a lot of things.

I sarged today at Berkeley with Dimitri and a guy named Will. I'll get to that soon.

I'll also get to finish my Greyhound story.
- Meeting Nathan's Ana.
- Trisha.
- 3 kiss closes on a friday.
- 1 number close on Sunday.
- Anna.

.... soon.