we can't be everything to everyone. sometimes, we can't even be everything to someone. i get that. i get that it's not easy. i get that my life isn't so hard that i should be complaining. i get that i have no idea what it's like to really struggle. yes, i'm privileged ( Read more... )

I'm not sure how to explain this mess.

I realize I did this to myself, to some degree, but it feels like there's more. There's some deeper problem that continues unresolved.

All I know is, right now....I'm not happy. And, sometimes, that's a terrifying place.

It's a lesson I can't seem to learn. Stop worrying about what I have no control over. Yet, I can't. I keep doing it. I keep worrying about the past, and I'm having trouble living for now. How do I learn from mistakes and move forward from here?

I need a vacation from people....

There's so much drama on and off in life right now, I don't even want to talk about it; it doesn't seem worth it. So, yeah, this is how I saw class going today ( Read more... )

So, I'm stressing. I guess that comes as no surprise 1) because it's me, and 2) because of this point in the semester. But, it's more than that. On top of the work is my Resrep, as well as this role in the show, and the not graduating thing ( Read more... )

Ugh. I'm so frustrated that I'm actually warm from the heat I'm producing! And this time, it's not at the boy. Well, it's at a boy, but not "my" boy. I'm upset at a guy from our small group. I don't know. I just have a hard time figuring out this whole submission thing. Should both partners not submit to the other? I'm frustrated because, as a ( Read more... )

I feel full of words. I feel full of ideas, thoughts, whirring around inside of me, but I'm not sure they're ready to be written. They don't wait patiently. They bump, sometimes violently, into other thoughts, creating mini-explosions--epiphanies, if you will--wanting to be expressed. Yet, though words, perhaps words alone cannot express them. My ( Read more... )

I want to write--need to--but I'm not sure what I have to say. We say these things, we claim a reflexivity, but what drama will emerge because of these politics ( Read more... )

Dear Friend ( Read more... )

I've often wondered if random people read this and I never know it. I wonder if they can identify with what I say, if maybe, just maybe, it momentarily makes them feel less alone ( Read more... )