i've got this thing that i consider my only art of fucking people over

i wonder whether or not living alone is good for my emotional stability.

one of my professors told me at the beginning of the semester that college would drain every drop of creative energy i once had.

i now believe her entirely.

i just turned off all the lights in my room and i'm burning an orange candle and playing norwegian wood on repeat as loud as my shitty ipod headphones can go. i can only hope that if i drown out my senses, my emotions will finally catch up with the rest of me. i spend a lot of my time walking outside with these same headphones attached to me, if ( Read more... )

lately when i dream, i've been standing somewhere up high. the sun is setting on a rooftop or a mountain or someplace with a view. i'm hanging my laundry and there's a tall, barefoot boy behind me with a beard and a t-shirt and an acoustic guitar and he's singing really softly about cold beaches and wine ( Read more... )

it seems like everybody i know is trying to cure or prevent their insanity by participating in talk therapy or taking antidepressants.
i, personally, have never been so close to shaving my head.

i bought a red leather notebook yesterday, i think i'll start writing in that.
i have a lot of feelings.

i drove home tonight with my windows down and my heat broken and i sang our songs from the summer, and for the first time in months, i felt invincible ( Read more... )

i feel like my life will either begin or end on february 17.

i really do love you, and talking to you every once in a while would be nice. you and everybody thinks i'm depressed when really i'm just exceptionally worn out. with standards and everything, it's hard to keep up. remember summer? i ask you that a lot. you say yeah, and you usually smile and shake your head and look at the ground like you always ( Read more... )

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