Sometimes I wonder about things. Little things, like why some people can't use chopsticks, or what makes flowers appealing and weeds ugly. Or why I hate pens and only use pencils ( Read more... )

I haven't studied for my finals yet. Maybe it's because I want to go home so much. Maybe it's because the first is trig, and I'm spiteful. Maybe it's because I just don't care. I'm not sure, but every picture I glance at makes my heart ache, every face drawing up "I want to be home, with you ( Read more... )

Humanity depressed me one minute and amazes me the next. He says something cruel, her friend kills himself, he doesn't show up and leaves me waiting there...but then that shriner stops me on the street and offers to fix my ankles for free, that person turns in my lost debit card and cancels it for me, that women pauses just to tell me how pretty I ( Read more... )

"All gave some ( Read more... )

"Just plain wrong. Show up to evening study. Write it ten times ( Read more... )

"Looks like it's just one of those kind of days ( Read more... )

Words. Words used to come so easily to me, so fluidly. I used to handle them so very well, with such creativity and precision. But of course, when I have something to say, really have something I believe, they fail me, leave me abandoned and shivering on cool pink tiles with bitter realizations ( Read more... )

So. I love him. I really, truly, honestly love him. My entire view of love has been skewed for so long that I didn't even realize it ( Read more... )

"All my time is froze in motion ( Read more... )

AUGGGGH!

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'kay. I'm better.