I am returning home. I can't even begin to recount the events that is bringing me back, nor can I imagine how I'm going to do what is necessary ( Read more... )

Singing aloud tonight ( Read more... )

I’ve never feared for someone’s life before; not one that I cared about. Two nights ago, I watched my sister, who is like my daughter--fight one the most terrifying things I can identify. Her own body.

I was home for the weekend, and enjoying my time there for the most part. Enjoying the privacy, the space and bitterness I was feeding off of. I was ( Read more... )

What a night. Some things struck me very hard.

I think I've lost perspective on just what I'm doing to myself, and even what's happening to me. I was thanked for my patience, and I thought... Where did this patience come from?

Last week, I felt like I was about to lose it all. Maybe I'm more distant with reality than I thought.

Someone wake me

I want to stick my foot out and trip myself. I want to begin skipping random nights of my day’s retellings, or even worse, exaggerate or fabricate the truth.
Why waste all the time and love people have invested into me?
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I’m losing it.
My chest hurts. It’s hard to breathe.
Earlier this evening I felt warm. I felt strong and ( Read more... )

I pounded my fists against the wall as if I were pounding them against your chest.

I'm am frustrated. I think I will lay on the floor tonight.
Maybe then my heart won't have the desire to sink further.

I live on the third floor though--damn.

I feel crummy and picked apart due to my own selfish reasons.

THURSDAY

--Finish Ethics Essay
--Take Ethics Notes
--Have a good time tonight.

O the anwireddau chan benyw.

(Oh, the lies of a woman.)

I am dull and bitter.
Tonight the weight caught up with me and  I need to sleep.
I've lost my patience and the gift to see the future.