By the way I'm a mess.

I laughed when I got your first message ( Read more... )

At the first reading, I'm resentful and jealous, almost hateful ( Read more... )

What can you really learn from silence? What effect does it have on us? It can drive someone to madness, and it can bring another new breath. I stood in a room in front of thirty people today. They all just looked at me, well most of them anyway. They wrote things in their notebooks probably about how my toes kept going up and down, how whenever I ( Read more... )

Your heart's such a dangerous place to be.

I got my sunrise, on my birthday no less.
You weren't there to witness it.
You won't be there for good.

Why can't I explain my feelings ( Read more... )

I can't wait to start dancing,
I can't wait to get used to living here, for real.
But more than anything, Saturday is my fucking birthday.
And I simply won't allow myself not to be near you this weekend.
I can't wait to see you.
Hold my closer Tony Danza.

Going to University wasn't supposed to make me want to wear a bag over my head.

In other news I think I now may have stomach flu.

I'm really looking forward to getting up at 8:00 a.m. to dance again ( Read more... )

I've been thinking a lot about my selfish sub-conscious manipulations of the people around me ( Read more... )