wretched insomniac self pity parties.
sometimes i wonder if in my life, there's even a next step to be taken.

waking up to a faboulus visitor ( Read more... )

Last year, when it came down to the deadline, and it was late October / November, I'd get really drunk at parties. I'd have marvelous times. But it was at these parties, awkwardly enough, during bathroom breaks ( Read more... )

their words drip onto my open wounds like a salted lemon ( Read more... )

If you leave, don't leave now ( Read more... )

the final few hours of my summer was spent in a car, buzzing down the main roads of reading dusk. brown and light oranges began to awake on the horizon, cutting into the pale blues of the single digit am's.

imogen heap played and placed any free floating thoughts onto the back burner.
for later, not now. for later.

.where are we? what the ( Read more... )

bittersweet.

the sweet delights my mind.
the bitterness bruises my chest.

it's so easy to get mixed up in your thoughts when you're in a room full of them and no one else.

1. Reply with your name and I will write something random about you ( Read more... )

so im not in bed, but at sean renos house ( Read more... )

home alone.
deafening silence is snipped by a pair of water drop scissors hitting the sink rhythmically.

walk, maybe a drive.
what i'm thinking and / or feeling is being blocked by something.

i have a love hate relationship with isolation.
but how isolated is someone who has AIM?

word vomit.