It's morning, or somewhere between then and mid-late afternoon, I'm not particularly sure because I refused to acknowledge the time was way beyond what I'd consider healthy for waking. I could feel the onset of afternoon in the air as I placed my feet on the grimy wooden floor by the edge of my bed. I wiped sleep from my eyes with the corner of my ( Read more... )

oh, miserable adolescence! oh teenage angst ( Read more... )

let's see ( Read more... )

i hate that i ever let you touch me, get inside of me, trust you.
you're a fucking scumbag.

I fucking hate you.
She felt for a moment she was blinded by pure, relentless anger turned hatred from deep within, from a source she did not know she possessed. She watched herself as if viewing a movie.. she turned to bend over and reach for snow, round it in her hands until formed an icy ball. Within seconds she saw herself hurl it through the ( Read more... )

so back and forth.
so many inclinations to resolve anger in bad ways.
so off balance.
so not doing well.
so fucking done.

measure me in notes and letters
words that don't make sense
dark streets/dangerous corners
acceleration intense
measure me in fractions
never as a whole
damaged illumination dimmed
saddened lonely soul
adjoin together in the middle
not quite at the start
fast paced ready set go
lead path parallell apart

i found my voice shaky
my palms full of sweat
owing my ( Read more... )

I am writing from the living room of my new home on Marshall Street, one of the many places I've resided and what I hope may be the last of my vagrant-like wandering. Over the last two hours, I've watched the darkness fade to morning through the large windows in the corner of the room. As I did so, I wondered if perhaps the dawn of today will mark ( Read more... )

whoa, wait?
faison dude who has been working with autism for three years likes me.
WTF
he reads and writes, too.
FUCK,

time to stop being frumpy.

diet life 2010./