I am wretched and rotting. Broken, decaying from within. All my gilt ceilings are peeling, revealing the soft tissue and hardwood beneath. Suicide might be painless but what I really want is to hurt real bad. You need to brush my hair -gently- with your fingertips and I need you to, too. Two eyes stare dissatisfied into mine. I am done, bled dry ( Read more... )

I dreamt we had a horrible fight.

I hope everybody is extra-nice to me today. I am feeling a little fragile.

When I'm depressed I eat.

Jon is a little perplexed.

-Counting Crows
-Friends
-Hobbits
-Harry Potter
-Curry Chicken
-A warm bed

Sometimes, when I am feeling lonely, all I need is one of these things to make me all all all better.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Sometimes I find it really hard to focus ( Read more... )

It's difficult for me to bring to mind any of the events of that day, or vividly those of the days preceding it -going back a year or eleven months. I built a little wall around them and closed them in, all those thoughts of you before you went away. Sure, it is a weak wall: one with spy-holes and cracked stones, built up with poorly churned mortar ( Read more... )

The Journal of Journals

When the second semester started I began to look for potential TOK journal topics in each one of my conversations, and I have since been inundated with inspirations. I am trying to keep a list of things to contemplate so that they may eventually bear fruit in the form of a successful TOK journal. This week I have been ( Read more... )

Usually when I want to write I just sit down in front of a keyboard and it just happens. Words come out in near perfect order until I have nothing else to say and then I tweak things until they are perfect, until I can honestly say: "I have written." I don't need to think too hard or stare intently at the screen until my forehead begins to bleed or ( Read more... )