ehhhhh.
i feel like a whore.

r.i.p. mama powers.
i can't fucking believe it.

i had a good night. :]

i just got home from albany, rushed back, and my best friends are in canada looking for a lost phone. and managed to get lost and have the luck of getting stuck in the bridge traffic. so they aren't here. my mom and dog are happy to see me, but now they're asleep. all i have are fucking messages from kids i talk to over the internet. they make me ( Read more... )

nothing interests me anymore. i never do anything. i'm kind of a waste.

i love you livejournal girls, you should know who you are. the ones who at least read even if you don't respond. i appreciate it even though i don't say anything. someone cares.

i want to scream bloodcurdingly loud for a solid minute ( Read more... )

"I think about Jack. The rose on the bed feels cool against my skin and I remember his hands full of veins, his lips in the dark. Maybe I always thought that he would keep coming. That Claudia would stay too. That Jack would press his mouth to my throat to find the secret pool of my pulse, that he would say, "Let's get out of here," that he ( Read more... )

i always want more. almost nothing is ever good enough. what's wrong with me? i want to be content for once. something needs to happen. i don't know what, something thought-changing. perhaps life-altering ( Read more... )

when things bother me, you argue then ignore them and then a few seconds later you force a laugh at something to change the subject.
it wouldn't be a big deal if you just addressed it.
but you do that with everything unless i make you talk about it.
i've mentioned this before too... it just conforms to the cycle.

cait needs to call me.

All I want is for you to be there, when I get home ( Read more... )