Isn't it a disappointment when you realize your parents aren't who you thought they were ( Read more... )

Dear FutureMe ( Read more... )

What a weird point of life.

I'm tired of people dying.
I'm tired of people getting cancer.
I'm tired of reading two novels every weekend when I feel like counting my final breaths of college.

I've been ridiculous lately. Reacting instead of acting. I've now lost a phone and an id card. I'm ashamed of how many bruises I've discovered on my fucking ass ( Read more... )

College is the ultimate wasteland. People go to die between book sleeves that smell like their grandparents.
Why do many drugs begin with the letters X, Y & Z? The poor fucking black sheep, like a negress trying to be Heidi Klum.

I'm not
BALANCED

It's becoming very cold
I'm experiencing vertigo
except it seems to involve my entire experience of being
and I'm really hurt
I can always forgive friends
Instead she can drop one friend she "doesn't trust"
and kiss her boyfriend
in the unmentionables
and live with all our friends
and I'll continue to sit here
drunk and alone
and ponder how ( Read more... )

"This is a busy work week for me, but I would like to buy you a drink. If you are interested, let me know what your number is. It sounds like my life is not nearly as intriguing as yours, but maybe my quietness holds enough mystery for a drink.
Hope to hear from you,
Mr. XY
  PS. Please don't make me feel like the 'old dude'. Mr's are for grandpa's ( Read more... )

Dear Mr. XY,

I heard you were at the career fair, but I did not see you. I'm surprised you saw me because I looked like an odd, stuffed scarecrow in a roommate's oversized "professional" attire.

Is life really better after college? Is it more of the same, only with beer guts?

Do I remember you, you ask? You mean that guy who called me @ 9 am soon ( Read more... )

Heartbreak House, a play by Bernard Shaw ( Read more... )

If you know me, if you REALLY know my core, you know I'm not a sick terrible person ( Read more... )

Lorna would often lie in bed, alone, late at night. Her hands would slip down her body as she slowly felt her bones. Her lovely bones. She  wondered what her body would look like without her double Ds. Her ribcage would protrude like a tease. Thank goodness she had those distractors that could capture just about any Oedipus Man's attention. Come to ( Read more... )