i finished the story, but i am editing it now ( Read more... )

I made my way into the house around six o clock. I was counting on having at least a few hours of alone time to make some dinner and eat ( Read more... )

I took a bus to the East End of the city and arrived at Majidas Market around ten pm. The building was inconspicuously shoved in between an Oriental market and a small convenience store, the only thing signifying it’s presence was a hand painted sign displaying the name in decorative, Arabic style lettering ( Read more... )

The following month was nothing short of drudgery. Every morning I awoke to Jenna knocking on my door before she left for work. She would crack open my door and call my name. It only really started to annoy me once I had become accustomed to getting up early, but she would not relent. She had to fulfill her duty ( Read more... )

In November I checked myself into a rehab facility 20 minutes south of the city. I don't think I had a drinking problem, but drinking was all that I wanted to do back then. I was tired of living but not tired enough to die, so I had been spending my time watching daytime television drunk and curled up on the couch, wearing the same over sized ( Read more... )

I decided to edit this entry because I was drunk when I wrote it ( Read more... )

"moving toward others may reach the point of wishing to lose oneself and merge totally with another person. Consequently, being lovable, helpless, self-effacing, and small is cultivated and glorified in such people. Strength and autonomy, while sought in a protector, are shunned and repressed in oneself. Evaluation of oneself depends on lovableness ( Read more... )

the present is experienced like an echo from past experience ( Read more... )

hey, im that yo-yo mirror person you were crying about sanctimoniously - as if i even use words that big, as if you even use words that big ( Read more... )

I spent all of last week thinking about my body and the way it felt in my clothing, also suicide ( Read more... )