I keep having these really fucked up dreams ( Read more... )

“And so, I wait because you have already left and my work here, is done. I wait and wonder how my skin feels like it’s made of love letters written a hundred years too soon (too late). I wonder at the mystery of life and how much of it can possibly remain. I wonder at pain and hurt and love and time and how much of each I held. I wonder at how I ( Read more... )

Today was a bad day and not in a way that makes life completely unlivable. Just one of those bad days where all of these unconnected things turn out disappointing. I lied, the last week has been like that.

I want to just crash and burn.
Right here.

I want to curl up in my bed, under about 8 blankets and stay there for the next 10 years. Or forever. I ( Read more... )

I graduated High School.
I graduated College.

Everything still feels the same.

Sometimes I get this overwhelming feeling that I'm not where I'm supposed to be ( Read more... )

I'm not upset because he said no ( Read more... )

You're a piece of shit.

But what does it make me that I don't get mad anymore?

Yes, I have a twin.
I know you don't believe me, but now I know why.

"Wait. That's your twin? But she's so attractive, how are you related?"

Is it good that I let it roll of my shoulders and not get upset, or should I have slapped you and walked out.

So, I've had this journal since 8th grade.

I graduate college in 6 1/2 weeks.

I'm nervous.
Excited.
Scared.
Excited.

It was the baseball field at the elementary school. I don't know why it was there, we never went there together. No one told me you had come back. You had come home and the moment I saw you it was like the pieces fell into place again. I ran to you and threw my arms around your neck in the biggest hug ever. And then I had to leave, and you left ( Read more... )

I hate this Memoirs by American Women class. It's killing me. I feel like an idiot. I'm not getting it. Whatever, I need at C+ for the credit. I'm still trying, but clearly I'm missing something.

We have to write a paper about ourselves. Write about something and then look back at it. I want to write about you and our friendship. How we've ( Read more... )