Her hand had fit in mine like the piece of a puzzle left for years on a table. Sometimes you pass it by, stare, do nothing; sometimes you see a piece that fits and slide the ball and socket joint together. But there is a piece, that if found, lets you find all the others, lets you see the whole built out of these simple blocks. Only a handshaked ( Read more... )

The problem with opening your heart is that there's a possibility you'll bleed to death.

Sometimes I wish I were more logical, restrained, and resigned.

Excuse me; I must sew up my heart now.

It's amazing what kind of soap opera my life has turned into this semester. I should have kept a record of all that happened and was said. It might have been amusing years down the road. Good gawd. Now, I have the foreign exchange student who proclaims he's fallen in love with me and I have the fickle friend living with his ex-girlfriend, ex as ( Read more... )

thought you'd be looking for the next in line to love then ignore ( Read more... )

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fuck. anna's not home. alright, journal, you're my buddy now ( Read more... )

fuck it. i'm just going to call anna.

I don't know what my intentions are. I want to be a good person. I realize now that I used to be a good person, at heart. Now, I don't know where I am. I in the eye of me who wants to be whole again.

I wrestled in pudding last night. I also ran across broken glass... twice.

not everything has gone to shit. what i used to hold most dear, i've pushed away. i've been so selfish. so selfish.