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Let's go to bed.
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I laid in the glow of the muted tv listening to songs that mean a lot to me and argued with myself about all the reasons leaving the house could be the worst idea I've ever had.
The yawns kicked in and I admitted defeat. I went to wash my face and get ready for bed.
I wiped the wasted war paint off my reflection. No matter how much I scrubbed, my ( Read more... ) -
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I look really fucking good right now and I'm trying really hard to not go out by myself and fuck a stranger.
I feel kind of emotionally out of control and I need to channel this electricity into a single outlet.
I am sick of telling myself it's not possible for me to be desired.
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I didn't clean today.
And it looks like this insomnia has moved in to stay a while.
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This bath is too hot, but the breeze is cool coming in through the window.
When I get out of this bath I'm going to go lay in bed and hope the breeze hits my back, my thighs, that there's still a little bit of water to evaporate and send cold shivers up my whole body.
I kept busy all day doing all the wrong things.
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It makes me want to scream when people say, "He's in a better place" or "he is happy with god in heaven" when someone dies.
Because no, he's not. And saying so is more saddening than allowing yourself to say goodbye.
Goodbye is real.
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Dorito-ing through some feelings right now.
Please excuse me but if an Elliott Smith song comes on I might have to call in sad to life tomorrow.
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I made a playlist today. It was supposed to be light and sweet and full of optimistic promise about the Spring romance I'm craving so badly.
But then it started to get dark, and it rained.
And I watched grown men get choked up thinking about losing their friend to sickness.
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Given recent developments I am sure now more than ever that life is too short to spend alone.
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It's finally spring and every cell of my body is vibrating at the the idea of growth.
And I get overwhelmed and my body fills with electricity when I think about kissing cute faces.
Must kiss cute faces this spring.