I am out of control.

I met him in the rain, and perhaps it was only fitting that I left him as the sky sprinkled down around me. I felt the puddles splash around my rain boots, streets glistening, dusted with orange shards, studded with beer bottles and spilled food. Maybe, I felt free. And maybe, I knew it was what I needed. But maybe, just maybe, it wasn't what I ( Read more... )

Dear Yale Financial Aid,

Please eat shit and die. My parents get possibly the messiest divorce on this side of Los Angeles, my grandfather dies...IN TAIWAN, my mother has tumours and needs surgery and all you can tell me is I SHOULD HAVE EVERYTHING UNDER CONTROL JUST BECAUSE YOU SENT ME A GODDAMN EMAIL BACK IN FEBRUARY?!

Please fuck yourself.

Staring at the sunken cheeks, the slack jaws hanging open, exposing a raw row of fleshy gums, teeth long gone, his eyelids pulled tight over blank stares, eyes, once a vibrant wbony brown, now glazed and blue with the sight of a blind man...It is hard to say that I even recognize him now, but I know he is there. He is a fighter--always has been, ( Read more... )

Recently, I've found myself working myself to exhaustion and playing myself even further down into a ditch ( Read more... )

Perhaps I should get this down before my mind goes ( Read more... )

I'm furiously angry. I kind of want to kill everyone right now. Avoid me, if possible, for the next 3 days. If you get in my path, I'm sorry.

I just pulled a Kate Moss, and I'm not quite sure of how to feel about it.

Two lines will change the way you view your life. Perhaps a little too drastically.

Please. Someone kill me. Before I end up doing it myself.

Fuck, I'm self-destructive.

I used to think I was a pretty decent person. Now, I see I'm just angry, bitter, desperate--a lonely, lonely person. I hate myself a lot, perhaps a little too much, right now.

What the hell is wrong with me.

Things that made yesterday quite possibly the best day of my life ( Read more... )