I have been bouncing off of the walls for hours. The energy that you radiate, that I bask in when near you, is flowing through me. I am keenly aware of every piece of hair on my body. I know the feeling, the need to be around people but the inability to execute or embody what that human-ness requires. To be around other people is to morph into ( Read more... )

Everything feels really foreign. I can only write about what I know. I want to learn story telling but it feels like lying. And I can only do that in real life.

Something horrible just happened. I realize now that trust and loyalty are the only important things. Love and good intention mean nothing. They count for nothing. Even if she wants to help me she only hurts me. Even if I only sleep out his house because his mother is dying, I only let him down. Things seem more clear, in the way that the sun ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think that everyone should be better, but other times I think just I should and then everything/everyone would fall into place. I am so infatuated.

buzz buzz in eyes and ears and follicles of all sorts but especially in brain.

everything pushes me to the edge of everything and makes me feel dead, or almost. I want to be simultaneously what I want and what I know. My feet are numb with concentrated, contained warmth of socks.

Is deja vu the same as detachment from perspective?

I am not okay.

there aren't enough hours to sleep away

splendid and yellow is caution tape, dear.