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It's so scary how the time flies.
"Just a little break."
"I've been working too hard. It's time to treat myself. I'm allowed to play this video game I've been looking forward to playing for a while."
And then fuck if it isn't two months later. TWO MONTHS. Really? I mean, seriously really? It feels like last week or the week before that I put pen to ( Read more... ) -
this fucked up beautiful world we live in
and threads of gold break weakly through the dusky clouds, weaving the farewell of sunlight. (My World)
Sometimes I realize that the world is just fucking beautiful in its own broken, sad kind of way. I don't want to come across as one of those hyper-emo death-is-poetry writers, but it is what it is.
I realized earlier with a great sense of ( Read more... ) -
my love/hate relationship with insomnia & all by your lonesome
I realized today that insomnia, something I have cursed bitterly all my life, is responsible for giving me one of the greatest gifts I could ever receive. The ability to be alone with myself. To self-examine.
It seems so many people these days are terrified of themselves. At least, that's how I interpret it. All these distractions we create and ( Read more... ) -
naughty girl
We're all using one another. (Inescapable)
I should probably try to keep up with this journal just so I have a record of my inactivity, something I can look back at and say, "Weren't you a bad girl, weren't you just positively naughty?" Because I am a bad girl, and I have been positively naughty, because I've barely written at all the past week and ( Read more... ) -
The Mean Story That Tripped Me Up and Two Weeks In Absentia
If I could give her a name it would be Effortless, because that’s the way she moves and speaks and that’s just the way her heart is. (Quietly Bleeding)
Well I'm feeling awfully guilty. I haven't written since my last irritated post, and I'm too scared to look at the date of the entry to see just how long it's been since I wrote anything. Two weeks, ( Read more... ) -
falling asleep during sex will net you nothing but misery in the morning
She was passion and legs and when she caught me watching her, she was lips as well. (Quietly Bleeding)
fuckfuckfuck. I'm furious with myself right now, for wimping out last night (this morning, really) and going to sleep when my half-written story was trying to write itself. It was doing a wonderful job of it and I shut it down and now it's getting ( Read more... ) -
Missing The Words and Love In Sickness
“The world out there, it’s not made for good women like you or me. It’s made for men and whores. Everything is smut. They’ll have you believe that the only way to get ahead in life is to bend over. To kneel before a man and thank him for whatever filth he sees fit to spit at you.” (A Woman Must Always)
So here I am, writing a journal entry for a ( Read more... ) -
Why I Don't Blog Often and A Pen Beats Up A Fashion Model
He loves to make her laugh; he’s beginning to think he lives for it. (It Only Takes A Week)
It's only been a few months and it's already painful to read my past entries. Tomorrow it will be painful to read this entry. That is why I hate these journal things, why no matter how many times I try I inevitably don't come back one day -- it's not because ( Read more... ) -
Life goes on
To you, the shy uniting of flesh symbolised future and steadfastness. To me it remarked the valleys of emptiness between us, a never-getting-close-enough, kind of like the way one can never get close enough to a mirror reflecting a mirror -- at least not without destroying the whole illusion. (Maybe)
I'm not really sure how these blog things go. ( Read more... ) -
Fresh Blood
You twinkled. I wished on you a thousand times. (We Were Like A Thunderstorm)
After years of eying LiveJournals and contemplating a blog of my own, I've finally decided to take the plunge.
I can't say I'll update this every day, every week or even every month, but hey, small steps forward, right? I've been in my writer groove lately, cooking up some ( Read more... )