The truth is that you can't break through it. One machine will catch you and hold you and if you fight back, lash out, another will grab hold and never, never, never let go. A prison made of life and loves. The only good things serve as a mirror with which to see the bad things all the more clearly. A room full of mirrors bouncing the menace back. ( Read more... )

Every fucking woman (person?) in my family has a serious character flaw. Every single one.

My grandma's moving away forever. She's going to go live in some trailer park in Utah, leaving her son and all of her grandchildren so she can go be with my bitch of a stepmother. She didn't call any of us to tell us this. She had Beth do it. Furthermore, we ( Read more... )

1. Reply with your name and I'll respond with something random about you ( Read more... )

Sometimes the oddest things can make me sob uncontrollably at 2:15 in the morning. Right this moment it's the kind of sweet heart wrenching sob that feels like love and memory. I was harmlessly working on Russian when winamp decided to play "you can sleep while I drive" by Melissa Ethridge ( Read more... )

Anger always comes from the vainest of places. With my sister, it came from her lack of appropriate deference to my status as driver. Always telling me what to do... That and the constant whining. I can only take constant whining from myself.

The only other thing that truly irks me at the moment is the absolutely terrible haircut and color that I ( Read more... )

Something must be done about the not caring. When you least expect it, apathy slips in unnoticed, infiltrating otherwise happy parts of your life, and you're left with an empty shell of the passion and interest you once had. Everything starts with so many ambitions and so many prospects, and when it gets to be too much effort, I sit around with no ( Read more... )

And again, and again. Until I realize that I am, in fact, not a writer ( Read more... )