I started to write this on LJ, but it turned into a memoir for english that I thought would be poser-y to post. Or just lame to have an english assignment on LJ, but fuck that. Whatever.

They come in all colors and designs. They can be short, just an inch or two away from the head, or they can stand long, tall and proud. It is unusual to see one in ( Read more... )

I really don't, so this is probably not the best time to promote this, but can you comment if you read this? Not that I think this entry would help you any way, but I like to feel like someone cares about what I say here and thinks about it or me ( Read more... )

I heard a thousand blended notes ( Read more... )

The sun sets the same here as it does there. It rises the same, too. But, somehow, the time it passes is so different. It's not the sun I miss, and it's not the sun I would miss. It's the time. I miss the way there is no past and there is no future over there. I miss the way one moment is the most important moment, because it is the only moment. ( Read more... )

"A thousand hours just thrown away
Just to feel my heart for a second"
A Thousand Hours, The Cure

I was going to write another sad entry before I left for France based on these lyrics, but I never got around to it, so this is what came up when I logged back in.

I'm not tired ( Read more... )

"It's hard to say
Oh well, okay
Oh well, okay
Oh well, okay"

I don't know what the fuck I was on, what an hour ago? All I know is I want more of it.

cœur brisé
in french
broken heart

It had been a good four hours since my last cry, but now I'm back. I guess I'm just having a hard time saying "oh well, okay" to this whole idea. It's hard to let go. It's ( Read more... )

So, today was one of the hardest days I've gone through in a while. Since the New Year's fiasco, if you know what that was. The first half of the school day was okay, bored, even a little hopeful, somehow. But, after fifth period, it became difficult to think; difficult to breathe; difficult to get through the day. I went to guidance for half a ( Read more... )

It's been a long time since I had to nurse a broken heart. Usually, I get bored, or I get uninterested, or I get distracted. I was so far into this, and now I'm just not sure where to start. I put so much of myself into it, and I lost it all. I came out with nothing. My feelings and my time and my energy and my heart. And I'm left with nothing. I'm ( Read more... )

I am so stagnantly in the middle of so many things right now; I'm suffocating. Mentally, emotionally, I'm just in the midst of so many periods of time and work and effort. I don't see an end and the start is too far back. I'm so sick of words. I'm so sick of pages and thoughts and chapters. I want skin. I want lips; I want hands; I want passion; I ( Read more... )