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There is a certain hatred behind ones beliefs. They’re supposed to drive conviction, and they often do, but it’s the kind of conviction that others should fall in line with _their_ convictions. It should be about respecting others, though, and that’s what I believe.

» Posted By JPHuber On 04.27.2015 @ 8:52 am


She looked so adorable, sitting on the bench. I remember her brown hair cascading past those brown eyes. Her smile would make my heart melt.

I know why I don’t miss her, though. And it’s the best reason ever.

It’s because I’ll get to go home to her tonight.

» Posted By JPHuber On 03.12.2015 @ 9:43 am


It’s not what drives me to success that makes me happy. It’s the intrigue that I inspire in others. Narcissistic? Of course. But you’ll never see me bored, ever see me alone at a party. The intrigue that others have in you are what can inspire others to be great.

» Posted By JPHuber On 09.04.2013 @ 3:45 pm


It shows when you have no motivation. It seethes through and drips all over your work. It’s like showing off what you can’t do, what you can’t bring yourself to. It’s almost like admitting to the world that there’s nothing you can do right now, and there’s nothing that the world can do about it. It shows when you’re lacking effort. It shows.

» Posted By JPHuber On 12.27.2012 @ 2:36 pm


A season to me is all about where you are. I rotate with them in peculiar ways. Up and down we both go in regards to temper and temperature. But one thing about the seasons is that they’re ever changing like me. And I like to think that even though we both change, we’re always still the same.

» Posted By JPHuber On 12.20.2012 @ 7:42 pm


He never thought much of himself. He also never wrote in second person. Boy this turned introspective quick. I’ve also run out of things to say. Wait, who? Himself?

» Posted By JPHuber On 11.30.2012 @ 6:06 pm


The interest that I have in my life is so much different from where it was in years gone by. I used to want to chase frogs and animals, but now I chase money and women. I wouldn’t change anything, but I know that I that my interests in mine, and mine alone.

» Posted By JPHuber On 11.03.2012 @ 6:39 pm


I am on guard for my heart. It’s been so much time and I still refuse to let my guard down. Standing at attention are the soldiers shame, embarrassment, and rejection. They guard my heart like I can’t. They protect me from myself.

» Posted By JPHuber On 11.02.2012 @ 2:47 pm


I feel right now like I’ve taken an upper. I feel so high! I’ve never felt so good after feeling so low for so long. My entire life is different than what I thought the future held for me just 7 short months ago. I feel sad still, from time to time, but that’s not any way to live your life. I need to live my life above the sad line. As an upper.

» Posted By JPHuber On 10.14.2012 @ 12:03 pm


I have various feelings right now because I’m moving on. New job, new city… But it’s to an old, familiar place where friends are and various places I remember will again play a big role in my life. I simply can’t wait until my life moves forward.

» Posted By JPHuber On 10.03.2012 @ 12:32 pm


I am so used to remaining silent when all I want to do is scream for help. It’s too hard to ask for it, to want it. Needing it is enough to make me cringe. Only when it is unsolicited do I begin the process of resigning myself to accepting this awful, awful gesture.

» Posted By JPHuber On 09.27.2012 @ 7:33 am


I have my affairs in disorder. It’s not like I’m poor or struggle too much with money, but I’m young and I haven’t saved. It scares me to think that despite having all of my affairs in order someday might cost me more if I find myself with a partner that also likes to have their affairs.

» Posted By JPHuber On 09.25.2012 @ 1:09 pm


Despite the desire to lash out in anger, I sit with my thoughts. I run, I lift, all for the desire to physically exhaust myself. Despite all of this, I remain with my thoughts. Despite all of my efforts, I still think of you. I hate myself for thinking of you.

» Posted By JPHuber On 09.18.2012 @ 12:08 pm


Sometimes I forget that it’s hard to breathe. I don’t have asthma, but I do feel the walls close in around me, my throat growing tighter and tighter. It’s not that I have a real, tangible, physical ailment. Just my thoughts and my mind. I get so nervous that I won’t be able to come back up for air, but then sure as everything else in life, I end up gasping and coming out on top.

» Posted By JPHuber On 09.13.2012 @ 1:16 pm


It’s a miracle that we’re even alive. I hear all the talk about God, gods, or the absence of one, but I pay no attention to all of it. I just think of how out of a single cell that decided to live billions of years ago, we all came from it. We are all miracles from billions of years of miracles.

» Posted By JPHuber On 09.04.2012 @ 11:04 am


The pictures of women are intimidating to every other woman and it seems OK for the women to cry in outrage over the “perfect” breasts that have been airbrushed into oblivion. But when a man like myself runs and crunches for those abs it’s not considered at all detrimental to my mental health when all I want to do is fucking look good again.

» Posted By JPHuber On 08.29.2012 @ 8:33 am


I sleep on my side. My guess is because it’s more comfortable. I enjoy the side of the bed that I usually sleep on too. I guess when it comes down to it all, there’s sides to everything, but I defy you to find something more important than the side of the bed. The side you choose for politics has nothing on where you choose to rest.

» Posted By JPHuber On 08.23.2012 @ 12:55 pm


The glass is never half anything, there’s always air or some other form of matter involved taking up the other half. So when I look at a situation and realizes it seems awful now, it always seems to cheer me up knowing that in a few moments, months, or years that it’ll all get better.

» Posted By JPHuber On 08.22.2012 @ 11:41 am


I’m not under the comfort of anything other than exhausting myself. That’s what makes me comfortable anymore. Running until I can’t breathe or doing push ups until my chest gives out and my arms collapse into me. I wish there was more, something else to give me comfort.

» Posted By JPHuber On 08.20.2012 @ 7:16 pm


In the event of my death I often wonder what event will take place to the event of my demise. Is it something so small in stature as a car crash or is it a grand event like a sky diving accident. Perhaps the event is that of my body simply deciding it is time for the final event. Either way, I hope I don’t miss it.

» Posted By JPHuber On 08.19.2012 @ 2:22 pm


In the zone. I haven’t been there in months, maybe years. I’m not counting, which answers for the lack of exact time. What I do know is that I will get back there, the zone. Wherever that is, I will get back there.

» Posted By JPHuber On 08.15.2012 @ 3:12 pm


It’s the concept of concepts that makes my head spin. How do we derive the meaning of anything from nothing? The concept of weight loss and space travel were born from the minds of men smarter than I, yet we all had the same concept of the human spirit at birth: Purity.

» Posted By JPHuber On 08.12.2012 @ 4:32 pm


I’ve always sought the approval of others until I met her. With her it was instant, always present. But the thing about approval is that over time, no matter the person, they’re willing to lose it. Not because of you, not because of something you did. Because they’ve changed. Not you, you’ve not changed, but you can’t convince someone else that they have.

» Posted By JPHuber On 08.11.2012 @ 8:45 pm


The muck that he felt under his skin didn’t feel like a heart or blood pumping in and through his veins. The substances he felt were emotions, and he didn’t much care for it one bit. This would not stand as it were.

» Posted By JPHuber On 08.08.2012 @ 4:41 pm


Wins and losses are all just part of the game. We can’t pick and choose whether we lose before the game, but we can certainly do our best to try harder than we ever thought of ourselves. Because that’s the point of losing. You learn to get back up, try harder, and maybe next time it’s a win.

» Posted By JPHuber On 07.31.2012 @ 9:50 am

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