You ended it well, my friend. I enjoyed reading this a lot. I am flattered that my name is mentioned almost as much as Emily's...maybe more. You have had an interesting past several months. This puts life into perspective. All the stuff we go through, all the joys and all the pain, we come out it on the other side just fine. Matt, I am happy to say that guys like us and girls like them just might have a chance out there in the big scary world.

I also enjoyed reading of your many poems. You know, it's like watching a child develop before your very own eyes. They start out weak and wobbly but soon enough they are on their feet, bold, strong, proud, and surpassing you at amazing rates. I couldn't be more happy for you.

I sit here, in my navy pajamas and hunter's green house coat, wondering what this new year will bring. What horrors will we experience? What love will I meet? I think about the good and bad and how now that all seems to matter very little, but soon enough, it will mean the world to me, and then shortly after, equally meaningless. Despite this curse I possess, I am so very optimistic and hopeful. Hope is a dangerous feeling, but I can't help but embrace it. Do you really blame me? For isn't human to want the best for yourself?

I think it is. It is possible I am far to happy for my own good. It would explain why the lack of stimulation via friends would place me in such a state I would believe it to be sorrow. Maybe it's just that I have a such a good thing going with you and my other friends that when I don't have it, I have withdrawals. Happiness...that's what it is.

I think that's all I have to say about this. Thank you, Matt. Your words have given me strength. I hope to know this feeling for a long time. You're a friend, a scholar and a prince.

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"A Pace Too Slow In A Place Too Low"
DaaBree/Jeff

A very gripping journal, if I do say so myself. I enjoyed reading this haha...but I felt so very bad for you at times.

Now I'm waiting for the next journal of doom

Thankyou for reading it! i'm afraid most people won't because of it's sheer length.
lol, the next Journal of DOOM shan't be for a while yet, i imagine, but we'll see what happens.

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"If The Legend of Zelda has taught me anything, my death by chickens is long overdue."

You write very well. Not only is the writing good just because of plot, but also because of the flow you have to your writing style. Also, this is very personal, and I envy that. I opt for poetry because it's vague and ambiguous, but this is very direct. It's sad without being pathetic, and it's also amazingly hopeful. Anyway, my point is, I like it.

Also, I'm sorry about all this. Obviously I didn't know about any of it since I simply admire from afar, but at least you seem to be doing better now. =]

Thankyou for reading this, Crash. it means a lot to me. and thankyou the complements!

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"If The Legend of Zelda has taught me anything, my death by chickens is long overdue."

thankyou for your kind words, friend.
i'm glad you enjoyed me' poetry! But, Oh Jeff. I'm still learning to walk!

"I think about the good and bad and how now that all seems to matter very little, but soon enough, it will mean the world to me, and then shortly after, equally meaningless." - Only you can pull off a normally depressing line like this, achieving a humourous side to it at the same time, while letting the line retain it's original the-sad-truth kind of meaning.

"Hope is all that you can do", Jeff. [quote from: All You Can Do - Willy Mason]

<3


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"If The Legend of Zelda has taught me anything, my death by chickens is long overdue."

Beautiful, Matty, your writing sends me into rapture, as always. You did tend to get a little long winded towards the end there, though, it was only the promise of chocolate kept me reading, I'm sorry to say. The poetry is lovely, as always, but there was one... oh, yeah, the last one at the end - awful. Who was this chick anyways? Do I know her?Geez...

*proceeds to ravish you violently*

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"Ask the tulips," scoffed one tigerlily.
But of all the flowers in the garden Alice did not talk to one tulip... they were too busy cutting themselves and writing sad poetry...

yes, yes. you will recieve your chocolates on our next meeting [if i havn't eaten them yet.] and yeah, the girl in the poem... you might know her. she's a lot like you, actually... strange how these things, work.
thanks for the comment, babe.

*is ravished*

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"If The Legend of Zelda has taught me anything, my death by chickens is long overdue."

I will attempt to deliver this comment in the way you have written this journal: notoriously long winded, drenched in adjectives, and positively heart wrenching. Since I can't do any of these things, it seems my attempt to do so has failed even prior to its start.

You write well, Matt, you know this and quite effortlessly show that you can. Throughout the past six months you have provided mere snippets of your life through the form of your poetry and photography, and though we devoted watchers can vaguely conjecture what these fantastical things entail, a journal like this is essential to come right out and say it: it chronicled what had occured when some of us had been worrying to the point of insanity. [that might be just me. ]

To know that you are really okay, along with your friends, and to see these kinds of bonds and conflicts and-dare I say it?! love, it is refreshing to read of for those of us with more mundane lives..
[again. I think that might be just me! x2]

I guess what I am trying to say is, don't lose this spark. You are amazing despite your claims that you are an ordinary guy.

Cheers for the New Year.

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livin' lime.