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And I'm finished throwing fits,
yeah, I've learned to live with it.
Marching steady, straight, and by my side.

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i have been saying this a lot to my friends lately, and also to myself. (because life always does that, things always go in circles; i always have at least one friend suffering from my same fate, at any given time, no matter what exactly that fate is.)

Lauren: how are you?
me: pretty good. eating chex mix ( Read more... )

i wrote in a new journal.

where it says "this journal belongs to"

i wrote,

"starting over."

it's been a month and a day. i give a shit now, about someone, something. he doesn't want me to give a shit about him though, because it makes him scared ( Read more... )

really all i'm searching for is something to make me give a shit.

this is nice. this drunk giddyness. there isn't even anything to be giddy over, only the thought of falling into bed, of being warm, of sleeping deeply. why is it that alcohol brings this out, when i felt so terribly earlier today? i resist attributing it to seeing you, if only for a minute, while you stumbled outside looking for your car. i sent ( Read more... )

i have offered myself
to the inkwell of the wordsmith
that i might be shaped
into new terms of being

only through new words
might new worlds
be called
into order

saul williams