(still breathing.)

([mood|in summer's bleeding fangs, trying to name my disquiet])

it's october again. easy come now.

and just like that. i started crying for ALL THE RIGHT REASONS. the weight of all this out of my throat and into my gut. finally. remembering what it is that i am about. wondering how the fuck it came to be that i have given over so much of myself to this depression. what for? because there's nothing big enough in me to be crying about. nothing. ( Read more... )

[mood|"it's like listening to a car radio that's having trouble holding on to a station."]

[mood|I AM NOT RUNNING FROM YOU]

[mood|thank you for making me feel like i am guilty IN CONTROL.]

[mood|"time heavy as fried food"]

(some times, the spaces between things are incredibly loaded.)