It's a little like malaria. Never completely goes away. Comes in bad bouts here and there ( Read more... )

My crisis approaches ( Read more... )

It's hilarious. IT'S FUCKING HILARIOUS ( Read more... )

I'm caught in a bind.

I HATE BINDS.

Fuck.

It will hopefully unravel and desist with my new placement. And then I'll close this fucking chapter up with a smile. That's the plan anyways. They're always variable.

Am I working toward a goal that I cannot achieve? Am I straining myself for something that has already been and never will be again? Will I regret not trying now for when the time to vacate comes? Are the risks necessary to take not being taken? Will I again regret this absence of action in the time to come ( Read more... )

I throw the dice into the shadowy mantle. But given chance, should I care to check?

I'm crazed. I'm bordering on delusional. I'm banging the walls, begging for a move to be made. Every concurrent minute that conspires is seething acid on my skin. I'm wrapped up like that wall of white noise. Maybe the limits should have been pushed.

I may just bring back the noise. And with it, I may just cut the wires tonight.

What a fucking window into the past this site is ( Read more... )

I couldn't think of a more fitting day ( Read more... )

    Maybe it is me. Maybe I do have a problem. Maybe I can't simply give in and temporarily enjoy the celebrations around me. The traditional and everlasting setting around me pushing me off forth with a bout of good words and a tear here and there. The estatic nature of peers the happiest they've been together since our last "parting", merely only ( Read more... )