the best journal entries are written miles away from a computer. in my brain. and thats where they belong ( Read more... )

i came here with the intention of writing something, but now i cant remember what ( Read more... )

i want to go camping. ive never been, and i would like to ( Read more... )

whenever i dream about someone dying, they always come back to life. sort of. its like i know theyre not alive but theyre walking around and eating and stuff. its some other weird state. last night i dreamt that a high school chum's younger sister died. it was very vivid, the girl's sister was lying on the floor of a church next to her coffin. then ( Read more... )

im not sure what to think. there was the initial shame. then the dismissal of that shame with some fuck you attitude. now there's this self conscious feeling. this fear of the unknown stirring in anothers brain ( Read more... )

"Fag Hags: Women Who Love Gay Men ( Read more... )

i just put up an away message about preparing to go to france and i felt as though i was someone else writing that away message. i actually envisioned the people who might put up an away message like that ( Read more... )

i dont understand how there can be so much elation and so much despair with the formation of a relationship. one that i invited, and at the same time chased away ( Read more... )

its strange to see your concrete form captured in time. its surreal. its unreal. to see skin on skin contact, with something that appeared so palpable ( Read more... )

this is like the 8th time in three weeks that ive attempted to update. but i either get distracted or cant find the right words to do justice to my feelings or an entire lifetime. this is from a past entry and seems to articulate best i can:

i wont pretend im suffering to the degree that you are. because im not. but it still devours my heart.