I will write something positive, because if group has taught me anything is that I /am/ a stronger person than I see myself as. There is so many worse things I could be doing with my life ( Read more... )

God, I hate you so much some mornings.

Medication makes me restless, and none of it makes me lifeless. Really, I have to self-titrate? Aren't I paying these fucking doctors for anything at all? It's like I'm stuck inside my own fucking head, where nothing is as real as what came before and what comes after looks like a stoner's pipe dream ( Read more... )

I hate to see you smile.

Oh, darling. You make me ache for things I should never want.

And here it goes again. Where she builds me up, and lets me down and we crush each other faster than nuclear warfare.

You make so sad, princess ( Read more... )

I've come this far, and gone back- and she doesn't find me attractive. Through it all, I know. There's no blame to be placed, it's no one's fault but... I have to remember. That's all I have to remember. She won't ever see me in that light again.

That's all I have to remember.

Darrian

There's a group, an avocation to reject the gender binary. To admit, and find those who have come to terms, with the fact that we've been raised in a terribly simplistic culture which probably stems from how not-long the west has been in existence. Isn't it something everyone comes up against, eventually? Am I too feminine, too masculine, for my ( Read more... )

I'm a bit heartbroken. Not because my heart's been given away irresponsibly- just...for him. It's not fair. Then again...I guess I never stopped to think about it before. It was probably unfair then, too- but... because it's him. And because it gives an entire new tragic outlook to everything people say about him, and to him. God, I almost hate ( Read more... )