to dr. professor of mine

The darkness of man is scary.
Hatred moves in slowly and finds
a way to take control. I hear it mock my weakness
Tell me how silly I am. How can I refuse the power of darkness? My mind
My brain hurts. I cry out of despair; what is this feeling? A bitterness,
a hatred?

Beckoning me to follow. Shallow myself in anger, fury. I want to defend myself, not
trample over my pride and lay silent. The thought of allowing him to believe
I accept and believe, I am wrong, APPALLS ME.

I want him to pay. I want him to feel crushed and defeated. Spoken to as if he is a child. I
want to make him cry, as I cried. Bitter and painful. Lost and in despair.

Hatred. This is hatred and it scares me. This is not me. This is darkness.

clyde kluckhohn

Feelings of guilt are common but a sense of sin is rare

spring break

Spring Break, Spring Break O Spring Break.

There are things to be done this Spring Break. I've been spending it chilling at my aunt and uncle's home. Part of me wishes I was doing something more exciting, but hopefully by the end of this week I will be happy with my given choice. Family is a big deal to me and spending time with part of my family matters. That is what I need to remember.

I have things to do. Homework, get my eyes checked to buy new contact lenses and glasses, finally purchase my fight ticket - yada yada.

In the past, I've never taken this long to buy a ticket home. I've always been so impatient and get a ticket as soon as possible. This year it's different. I'm not sure why.

I think I'm scared. Honestly, I'm scared of many things. This time going home will be different. The change will be different. I'm not sure I'm ready for it. I'm not sure I want it. I'm scared of locking myself in myself.