Last night, I ( Read more... )

I am sort of drunk and have feelings for people I shouldn't but Ican't seem to help it, it's like this thing I do and I don't think I'll ever stop. ANd friends say I could totally have this person or that person and I wonder if I'll ever believe them ( Read more... )

My eyes pass over typed descriptions of Greece, of Italy, these phenomenal experiences my friends inadequately try to fit into a Webmail box, but of course it doesn't work, because I will never understand until I'm away from here ( Read more... )

You know how in "My So-Called Life" Angela wakes up one morning and all of the sudden she realizes she's over Jordan, and starts dancing around her room in her pajamas to the Violent Femme's "Blister in the Sun"?

Yeah, I want that to happen to me.

I am determined to feel happy, no longer will I allow him to control my emotions (though he exists in this sentence, in everywhere). Every time his name is mentioned, I experience that horrible sinking feeling in my stomach, accompanied by a sharp intake of breath, and I find it so ridiculous that the mere thought of him creates such a physical ( Read more... )

My room is cozy and messy and lived in and I can't help sort of wishing there was a boy on my bed reading Shakespeare or Joyce, am I so lame for that?

I wonder if it will ever stop hurting. With every falling leaf I'll make myself forget you more.

New distraction, please

Sitting here hidden among the sea of books, sipping my chamomile tea and wondering how to regain the essence of a relationship I once loved ( Read more... )

Back in the library, staring at my blank screen, about to force my fingers into a discussion of Blake poetry, and it's like I never left ( Read more... )

I liked the rain today, mostly because my big, black, borrowed umbrella allowed me to slowly lower a bubble around myself and pass invisibly by acquaintances I didn't particularly feel like greeting. That sounds more misanthropic than I intended, I just mean, sometimes a chipper "Hey!" can become such a weary, tired word ( Read more... )

Sitting alone sipping my gin and gingerale waiting for some love.