i haven't figured it out at all.
im being plagued by memories of the spring of 04.

this year's compulsatory post ( Read more... )

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i wish i could just deal with a sense of constant emptiness, looking out upon everything, and seeing the absurdity of all the emotional turmoil of the world from a distance. but i have to be moved, i have to be sucked in to the mentality of having to care, of needing something to hold on to that would define me as an emotional being. the casual ( Read more... )

i am utterly bored and i saw this and the page 123 that i opened to was something i had read a thousand times which was weird ( Read more... )

you were always out of my reach
i hate these gloomy days
when the cold is seeping through the window panes and under my skin
and there is no hope in the sky

ugh

when do you cross the line from analogies that send your mind flowing through a sea of light over to those that bear the bitter sentiment of someone desperately grasping for words to obscurely tag onto their petty thoughts

( i finally cut my hair )

i like life

misery is a butterfly. fluttering around from flower to flower, out of grasp. if only its wings were broken, and it would just settle upon me. but without its wings, it would surely die.