i know your struggle. i used to be a miserable girl. ungrateful, irresponsible, pessimistic, wallowing in the muck of my depression ( Read more... )

 i have always been called a hypochondriac. when i was young i always imagined i would die in a car crash, a violent yet instant death. sometime after junior high i began to believe i would die from something within- a slow growing brain tumor foreshadowed only by those lightening-like headaches i feel, failing kidneys which manifests as dull and ( Read more... )

It is the way you kiss me

Its not that I once was lost and now I am found

It is that I found you and you found me

It’s not only because you make me happy

It is because you make me happy

Its not that you tell me I’m pretty

It is the way you make me feel pretty

It’s not that you have changed me

It is that you accept me

It’s not only ( Read more... )

the day after my birthday is just as good as any day to resurrect this small piece of cyberspace ( Read more... )

so what is new with me. nothing really. finished Naked Lunch and still dont really understand much. basically thats all. anyone want to get their hair cut? i really need some money.

When I was a kid, my dad would play his guitar and sing my sister and I to sleep. He would sing to us if he would be gone for a while traveling to Denver or Seatle or New York or some far off place that I couldnt locate at the age of six. Lucky Man by Emerson Lake & Palmer still makes me want to cry.

sugar, i dont want to die livin' in a high rise grave i pay to call home.

this truely has turned out to be a beautiful day. i drove home listening to the shins, windsheild-wipers smearing raindrops to no avail. im happy to be alive right now.

i know that no one cares, but i am having a really terrible day ( Read more... )

i have decided that with the money i get from selling my car i will:
1) take a 2 week vacation in europe
2) move out

i need volunteers for both... you need to be able to afford this too.