Dear Blank Space ( Read more... )

it has been so long, and reading back i guess that little has change when i really look at myself. all that's changed is i finally got a chance, and ruined a change at the most perfect love of my life.

and it's there, every morning and everynight.

i should write here more maybe. i don't know.

oh. i wish i had been honest and given him all right

treat me better.

“You have turned up here at a time when those hanging around publishing houses are no longer aspiring poets or novelists, as in the past, would-be poetesses or lady-writers; this is the moment (in the history of Western culture) when self-realization on paper is sought not so much by isolated individuals as by collectives: study seminars, working ( Read more... )

can you be worthwhile while being vicarious?

will anyone ever answer me?

I have never been more afraid of Virginia Woolf than I am now.

Awareness = Pain.

hand me the euthanasia.

If you read Jeno's latest LJ entry you'll see that she just procured a book about masochism. Which I misread as that M word that means something along the lines of men who hate women (i can't spell the stupid word) Which is funny without me cracking a smile because just last night, I realized that I know a man who fullfills every nook and cranny in ( Read more... )

journaling is lame. lame. Like a horse with a broken leg? I am retarded ( Read more... )

There must have been a time when I was more interesting ( Read more... )

this always happens ( Read more... )