It's fucking LATE as hell. I'm tired. I feel like I'm half asleep already. I'm proud of myself. I stuck it through a very difficult conversation with a friend I've made here that I was about to throw to the curb. Consequently, we were able to get past our major difficulties and had a very wonderful evening. I gave a quarter to a homeless man ( Read more... )

This will be short. I'm tired. I hung out with a hardcore feminist tonight. We had a bit of a battle. I wasn't very prepared, and I think I lost said battle. But she did make me realize that I resent the power that women hold over men--or at least me. We talked a lot about fashion and its relation to power shifts. I don't like the fact that ( Read more... )

I didn't write last night. I clean forgot. Maybe that's a good thing. But still I feel like a bit of a slacker. I want to be able to assign myself a task and then complete it, and after three days I'm already getting lazy. I'm groggy. I get paid today. That'll be nice. If my bank account is right, I still have $65 left over. That's quite a ( Read more... )

Edition three ( Read more... )

It's late again. And I feel fat. I'm waking up early tomorrow. I'm watching The Eccentricities of a Nightingale. There was just a line: "It's amazing how many people there are in this world who don't dare to say what is on their heart." It made me happy. I feel so lonely. I think I'll be lonely forever. I started my internship today. I ( Read more... )

This is a rough edit. I am making myself write a stream of consciousness ( Read more... )

routinefucking alarm ( Read more... )

shiva

i don't believe
in very many things,
but here i am now
fucking destroyed,
wishing on anything
for some show of hope,
a reason to live
for tomorrow.
can you hear me?

agingin the mirror ( Read more... )

october 7th

two more days.
you never thought
you'd make it to here,
and thus far you have,
though artificially.
and now is the time
for you to finally
stand up to your life,
sans any more dependence
on coffee or cigarettes
for at least a full year.
what would it be like
to be just as intended,
without medication?
you'll soon know.
two more days.