My mind is pulled apart in fragments ( Read more... )

to be fair, i have absolutely no right to really be writing this. im still in love with a man (read boy) who was most likely never in love with me. when i left we were, to all extents and purposes, entirely in love with each other. and then, as the precursor suggested, I left. To England. The land I'd always dreamed of. He'll never know this- but ( Read more... )

I'm full of misplaced anger ( Read more... )

You're out the door once more ( Read more... )

I'm obsessed. Its rather sad. But whatever, I'll have my little schoolgirl crush if I want to. No one can stop me. (Insert evil laugh).

Oh, I haven't felt this young in a loooong time.
Or this silly.
It pretty much amazing.

I like it fucked up ( Read more... )

Je ne sais pas beaucoup des choses,
mais il y a une chose que je sais :
vous avez un mur que je ne peux pas briser.
Pensez-vous là est-vous quelque chose craindre ?
Vous avez les défenses perpétuelles que vous refusez d'abandonner.
Je suis laissé avec rien mais le bruit de vos pas de retraitement.

Sand in my teeth, ears, hair ( Read more... )

its amazing how you can know exactly what you have to do, and yet still not want to do it. its like, even when i dont have a choice in the matter, even when i know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that i must take one road, i still find my eyes perpetually drawn to the other. its endlessly frustrating. i think im just a self-destructive person. i never ( Read more... )

im riding easy, but i dont know what im doing. aside from typing out my thoughts as they fly at me, once again. i believe ill try to sketch it into a tradition. and on the nights im away from a computer, ill try to record it in my leatherbound journal instead. the one thats been through so much that i finally abandoned it a year ago. actually, more ( Read more... )