In my facebook message to Christine Sheu ( Read more... )

I'm walking on thin ice and every time I take a step I can hear the solid water crack under my feet.

I decide to text Edwin. One foot...

"Hope you had a good today Edwin." Two feet...

"It was fine. Can you call me at 11 pm your time?" Crack...

"Sure." Crack...

I'm waiting for the break.

I feel like Scar.

"Life's not fair, is it?"Someone hand me a mouse to play with and we're all set to shoot ( Read more... )

"Let me be selfish..." He whispers to me over the phone ( Read more... )

I type a text to my friend. "We need to talk." I don't know why. Things are coming to a climax, or at least it feels that way ( Read more... )

Facebook seems to be my constant reminder that I live life on the periphery. Sure, I confide in people, I would guess that people would say we're close, and I know I do experience life. It's not as if I avoid living it. It's just that...Well, I guess I'm reliving the tail end of my sophomore year of high school, when it seemed as if everyone was ( Read more... )

I feel like I miss someone terribly. The problem is, I don't know who it is I'm missing.

When I was a child apparently death didn't scare me. I took it as if someone had just told me that the sky was blue and I was color blind ( Read more... )

"They're doing urine and blood tests. By the way, I have no herpes."

Now there's a text you don't get every day.

In this moment I miss him so much. I miss being held. I miss being touched. I miss sleeping next to a beating heart; his beating heart ( Read more... )