This rut is deep, and I don't know if I can claw back out.

But there is a ways to go before I hit bottom. That is the essence of hard-bitten hope.

I'm so lost.

Not Waving, But Drowning.

Have you ever wanted to destroy something, some part of your personality or identity, just to have some obvious emotional wound ( Read more... )

Or

I like that one, because I'll at least have a supa-hott kid, and there is a good chance that Ann Marie will destroy my life. Ha.

I don't know if I like whom I'm becoming.

I certainly don't love him.

I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, and it convinced me that deep somewhere, I missed out on her ( Read more... )

I stole this from her1. When John F. Kennedy was shot (22/11/1963 ( Read more... )

( This is Love. )

Life has significantly painful realizations. Probably the worst is that Amy and I really aren't going to work things out. Relationships are dictated by the least interested party, and while I wouldn't confer my foresight as a lack of interest, I know that I need someone with a bit more assertiveness and a lot more availability to spend the rest ( Read more... )

The feeling sort of sinks in when I saw the moon the other night. It was like static inside my skull, effervescent static that eats inward from bone to gray matter ( Read more... )