When will I be able to tell if I made the right decision?

If I force myself not to care about it, it can't hurt me. Right?

Before she knew what she was doing her hands were hung above her head in a desperate reach for the sky and she started to spin, twirling like a lonely ballerina with no music to guide her steps. She tilted her head back and gave herself up to the night. Step by step, she slowed and stopped. Hugging herself, she stated quietly, "So... this is what ( Read more... )

Does he like her so much that he'll even compromise himself for her? I wonder if that's what caring is all about. If it is, I'll never care for anyone.

Just because you feel it, doesn't mean it's there. Don't reach out.I know my head isn't screwed on straight. I want to leave, transfer, warp myself to another galaxy. I want to confess everything, hand over the guilt and mistake and anger to someone else. There is a beast in my gut, I can hear it scraping away at the inside of my ribs. Even if I ( Read more... )

The salt in my tears feels good when it stings my lips. I wash my face in the sink until there is nothing left of it, no eyes, no nose, no mouth. A slick nothing.

Ars longa, vita brevis.
"Art is long, life is short."

"Somebody thought this up," I say. "Somebody took the time to construct it and put it here."

"Yeah, ideas. They come and go, but this is action. This is like a whole sentence being spoken. It's like a quiet revolution," he says ( Read more... )

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It reeks of arrogance and testosterone with a slight hint of Eau D'Hobo.

"This Sentence is False" also known as The Liar Paradox. If The sentence is true then the sentence is false, if the sentence is false then the sentence is true. No truth value can seemingly be applied to this sentence or others like it ( Read more... )