I was told last week that the man who molested me when I was 4 years old, died ( Read more... )

I am reading a book, I've chewed up 300 pages in two days and have 20 left and it is sitting on my blankets. Just sitting there. I don't want to finish it, I've loved it so much ( Read more... )

I finished reading "Man's Search for Meaning" and it aroused the idea that perhaps my entire life meaning is to give love and not to have it be reciprocated ( Read more... )

He asks me things like, "do you ever feel lonely?" and "do you ever miss me?" but he interrupts while I am answering. I want to tell him that, yes, I feel lonely, and yes, sometimes it's for him, but he frustrates my efforts and I decide never to feel lonely for anybody ever again ( Read more... )

I can't sleep because I can't hush my thoughts ( Read more... )

My first ever number poem:
( The Necessary Scientific Knowledge to Understand Your Own Psychology )

Because my college is super lame and we haven't had our spring break yet, I've grown considerably restless and overwhelmed. However, this friday marks the first day of spring break, and since I have two jobs and can not get time off to leave this (goddamned) city, I decided to do the following things within my week without classes ( Read more... )

I imagine things that I don't mean ( Read more... )

The sadness weighs down into my skeleton
it says, "come on, let's move forward anyway."
I shake my head "no" but whisper "okay."

I do this thing when I'm really depressed where I order a pizza and then eat as much of it as I can until I get so tired and stuffed that I can barely keep my eyes open ( Read more... )