It's been a while.. here is the only thing I've written in monthes ( Read more... )

I hated the smell of the stale heat coming out of the metal pocket dug and covered in the floorboards. I always preferred to instead be wrapped up in old thin blankets, covering my ears and arms but letting just my feet exposed. I was born in March and for the rest of my life, I would be caught in a struggle between extremes, leaving me bounded ( Read more... )

I had layed on his salmon colored carpet way too many times before. The distinct aroma attatched to you by just entering the room, and as my skin layed directly on its surface, I knew the scent of mothballs and floral scented cleaning liquid would never escape me. I oddly didn't mind it though. I would take showers three times a day to assure ( Read more... )

I would always stay up late and sometimes I would hear buzzing sounds. Sometimes I would imagine it was my father driving a huge airplane to take me to Tokyo, but it was usually just my mother’s old computer or an insect trying to escape the summer heat. I hated the summer too, my hair that everyone was begging for me to cut would stick to my ( Read more... )

"do you come to this cafe often ( Read more... )

My uncle called me today. He is autistic and semi-retarded. I hadn't talked to him in 3 years and honestly,I was always scared of him. His laughter, his unstable mind, and his loud voice. Today, he called to talk to me. He asked me how school was, how the weather was, if I was surviving the harsh demands life gives you, and I tried my hardest to ( Read more... )

the days kept coming as she sipped time into her day, her life went by routine and everything started and paralyzed at certain times. she would wake up, dress herself enough times to be compared as the dolls her father gave her when she was younger, and yet she was never happy with the result. those dolls fucking haunted her, they would stare at ( Read more... )

we sat there, silent. some could of said it was awkward, but I had sat here with him too many times before to feel the least bit uncomfortable. the same cracked lamp shade, the same new chairs that squeaked because of the house keeper’s cleaning methods, the same floor we had made love on. I stared him up and down, those eyes dilated and sharp, he ( Read more... )

it was a friday night with the girls...i was wearing my fathers undershirt, a pair of vintage cowboy boots and a big belt.. my hair fell on to my shoulders like torn silk on the bed, and our consciousness had flown away with our stress. my boyfriend was out of town and i had missed his presence so much, my friends convinced me to party without him ( Read more... )

the LA lifestyle. the pitter-pat of someones prada clunky hells. the laugh of the metrosexual guy in his red sports car, only god knows he has a small dick, and then the stare of the greasy guy who works in the gas station, the one who will give you cigarettes because your shirt shows cleavage. but he didn’t come to work today, hard family life ( Read more... )