Daniel Abdalla is emo.

god, what is this alternate reality called a livejournal doing encroaching on my life and feeding on the thoughts more suited for paper. i can't tell you why i'm here; my purpose is ephemeral. i'm killing some time that a sleeping roommate and a unsuited cup of coffee had the pleasure of buying me. i'm dealing with the headache in exchange for a night of drinking. i'm falling for the sadness of unrequited, impossible, resurrected love. and it's all just a beautiful mess.

oh how you fucked me again.

I thought I lost myself forever.

(mone)

hmm, i think i'm coming around.

It's hard to accept that I've been sick since I got here.

ugh, sometimes when i stare into this whtie space, i see so much potential: so many letters, words, paragraphs and ideas stretch across this page like invisible spider webs. the truth is that sometimes there's a lot to say and no way to pleasantly say it. i hate to use that modifer there, but it's true.

the truth is that sometimes i feel like i'm living for one goal, and sometimes it seems unreachable.
the truth is that my kindness is selfish.
the truth is that i keep my enemies close.
the truth is i love you.

eventually the list will grow.

it's nice when everything works out
for everyone else, of course.

i feel wanted but never needed.

"you know, we got a good thing going, and i don't wanna see it end."

Try wanting to say everything but being able to say nothing.