The boy I was in love with in high school messaged me today and is sending me his second book. I don't think he ever knew I was in love with him, but goddamnit, he's gone and he's doing well. He's performing and writing and traveling, I'm working retail and dying creatively because I have no other options; thus is the web of capitalism which ( Read more... )

I loathe all social interaction. How I have functioned for almost 20 years is entirely beyond me ( Read more... )

"I've made a huge mistake."

Anyone else feel like they fuck up every important decision in their life?

And further more--why is it 62 degrees in January? God love you, global warming.

So I'm in Chicago and am, thus far, unimpressed and slightly disappointed--it's just nothing special ( Read more... )

With a life-pace that is constantly being shown up by turtles, this is all I have to report ( Read more... )

So after a 6+ month-long artistic/creative lull, I now write for about two hours every day. I mostly work on my book, which I started in August. As of now, it's just a bunch of long-winded puzzle-piece fragments all over my laptop, but I finally have the plot mapped out the way I want it ( Read more... )

So for about a year or so, every time I become nervous or anxious, which is constantly, I get this intense, painful numbness in my left arm (usually upper arm/bicep) and I think I'm having a heart attack.

No health problems. No respiratory problems. It's usually a brief sensation, lasts for less than a couple minutes.

What the fuck is this?

32,000: number of UC students that I want dead, because they're all fucking retarded and ruin this neighborhood for me ( Read more... )