I remember once feeling like a ship whose captain was too drunk to steer. Ever had that feeling? Some girls are just born with glitter running in their veins. Mine are more or less filled with caffiene and ink. But I think I like it that way.

I can’t imagine all the people that you know and all the places that you go when the lights are turned down. And I don’t understand all the things you’ve seen. I don't think I ever will.

I look up at the sky that's flying over us. All the extraterrestrial boies always sit so steadily, no matter what. It's comforting in its own way ( Read more... )

I'm on an overload of information. And I know why it was given to me, why it was shared: because I'm supposed to be capable/strong/mature enough to accept it, handle it, and move on with it as a better person. Me, as myself, I know I should be able to take it. But I can't seem to. It's fucking floating around in my head and it's making me a ( Read more... )

Something feels weird. It's difficult to explain. Seems like a piece of me is just...gone, or missing...and I just now seemed to notice it. Like something I lost a while back and never realized such until I saw someone else with what I had once possessed. Then I wondered where mine had gone. And I noticed the empty space where it used to rest ( Read more... )

So I realized that my journalism test is a week from today and not two weeks from today. And it's on an ass of chapters, plus articles of current events. And then my massive fucker of a psychology test is the morning after. How is it that there are never enough hours in the day to get done all I need to do. And, yes, that includes you. I ( Read more... )

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...knowing her it will be a group of people she happened to meet last weekend, named after places they've never been, wearing far to few articles of clothing, and I'll have to pretend I care. I'm looking at myself in the mirror, the towel wrapped around my head. I'll need aspirin to keep the burns from swelling much more. The line from my ( Read more... )

The times were so alive, those late and wasted nights, when everyong was trance-dancing. So beautiful yet so stranged. Some ritual we were conditioned into and fully accepted. It was just something we did. I doubt anyone really knew how we had gotten there or why we were staying. We just were. And it was empty before you came. Only God knows ( Read more... )

My Personal Soundtrack, More of Less ( Read more... )

This is me sorting things out. I apologize for those it makes uncomfy or disgusted ( Read more... )