my dad is gone.translation: i don't give a fuck about anything or anyone; endlessly brokenhearted, feeling more than alone.

But don't look back in anger,
Don't look back in anger.

2009:


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I have so much homework to do and I just don't want to.

SUCK ON THAT, FUTURE.

I haven't held an intelligent thought in the space between my ears in longer than I could guess ( Read more... )

busy. too busy; marathon training, semester getting closer, work til my legs throb. things are good. too good.

fuck everything. i give up.

my mind flutters and flips over these outwardly trivial ideas to the point where i become self conscious of my pinnings. its as if i am as transparent as glass - my thoughts able to be recognized as the smudge in need of liberation from the vast clear panel of existence.

im confusing myself, SO HARD.

Last Night my boyfriend told me he will never utter the words, "I Love You."

"It's not that I won't [love you], or don't...it's just that I will never say those three words to you."

I almost doubled over.
Only not outwardly.
Outwardly I laughed,
smiled big.
Masked the near-vomit-inducing feeling with an overbearing guffaw.

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I'm reading "The Rules of Attraction" and I'm not enjoying it. I never saw the film, and I find his writing style rather juvenille. I understand that a juvenille vibe is something that he's trying to achieve. A social commentary on disenchanted youth. A look at the loss of love as a tangible, rather than conceptual, entity. An examination of the ( Read more... )