I am four and you are dating my mother ( Read more... )

And I haven't written in an online journal since I was 23. Now seems like a good time to pick it back up ( Read more... )

Well I see you, there with a rose in your teeth.
One more thin gypsy thief.

Right before they are swallowed up by the white wash fluorescent glow of the tile that they lay their heads on in defeat, they throw it all back to you saying, "Here, keep all your god-damned empathy".

Some days are harder than others ( Read more... )

Wow, its been a while.
I guess I'm just growing more private the older I get.
Or I'm just learning how to regulate my feelings without having to put them on the world.

*shrug*

Isn't it funny how you can reduce a relationship to one sentence after it's over?

Because really, that's all there really is to it.
And it wasn't real, anyway.

Ugh. Everything is so mixed up.
The need to check out is great, but I've found out that it never works.

It's time to sort some stuff.

Beautiful.
That's what this is.

I think I just realized the nature of my addiction to cigarettes.

I don't want to let go of any of the things I'm doing right now, except the ones centered around addiction and defense. (Although I really do.)
It's just so fucking hard.