I spend far too much of my time crying, but I can't seem to help it. Maybe I was born to cry, and there's nothing for me but things that will make me sad. Perhaps I do it to myself, chasing shadows and dreams and ephemeral things that cannot be.

Most nights are crystal clear
But tonight it’s like it’s stuck between stations
On the radio.

The feeling of being alone in the world is a lonely one indeed.

Bad Habit-- The Gregory Brothers ( Read more... )

Notes from the Diaspora: Set up in my temporary room, computer anti-hacked, and not feeling to bad about the exile. Yet.

Oh man Apples to Apples is INTENSE with my family

Baby I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
You know, I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
And love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

I shouldn't be afraid to talk to you. I mean, really, I want to talk to you. Every time you're offline I think, Ok next time he signs on I'm going to sign on and talk to him. But then, when I see you're online, I freeze, and can't bring myself to sign on as well. What the hell am I afraid of? Awkward, labored conversation? I already know that all ( Read more... )

It bothers me that I'm not that bothered by it. I thought I would be, I thought the world would end.

But it hasn't.

I am genuinely puzzled.

What a nice parting gift for someone to give me on this last day of the semester!

Mono!

Yay!

:(

And though he doesn't wait for me
We never ask the time when we're together.