im in this advanced fiction class and i have to write a story for Tuesday, and with all of my new spare time you and i would think i would have something to show. but alas. i do not want to call it writers block. ok. well. since i cant come up with anything else...i have writer's block. eewww...see what i mean. i have characters but no plot. i ( Read more... )

1. why do you have time to write in you lj today ( Read more... )

i should really stop looking into you.

i can make you hate me too if you let me.

i have this problem of thinking the worst is going to happen. ill never find a place to live, so i will subjected to a cardboard box on the side of 195 or worse, id have to move home with my father and his soon to be lovely bride ( Read more... )

if i could
only see you
right now.
i would
be happy.

i looked. i didnt want to. and it was half of a familiar picture. im not angry. i just understand. for this, we are done.

i didnt feel anything. suffocated by a scarf and a small burning cigarrette, we stood outside the door. we talk out there. i can scream to the ceiling with the stars and she can too. out there it isnt so real. out there i breathe ( Read more... )

this is all too familiar and confusing for me.

come back, please.

Her grandmother’s bed was always extremely high. The little girl used to put one leg up and leap on, much like saddling a horse. It was always more fun that way. The brass was shiny and the detail made her feel like a princess. In the summer when the whole house sweltered with muggy air, the bed was still chilly to the touch. Her grandmother’s ( Read more... )