So, maybe I lied in my last entry. I got home last night at around 4 in the morning and it was not the Hard Times coffee that was keeping me awake. Totally wide awake. It was my friend and his words and his amazing spirit and his eyes and his alien hands which he makes fun of me for always commenting on... It was the way that he talked about sewing ( Read more... )

I hate love. I have been out of love for over a year now and I see no return. I am out of love. For what? For who? You may ask. For everything. For possesions, for people for entirely myself. I don't know where it went. I don't know why I feel so compelled to suddenly notice how true this is. Maybe I assumed a return would come around but I see not ( Read more... )