School is difficult. Hell, breathing is difficult. I wonder if you're okay, but I try to not think about it. It only makes me sad ( Read more... )

I've returned to San Diego, albeit with an extremely heavy heart. There is so much right now with me, I don't even know where to begin, and so I won't insult it all by even trying. I cried almost the entire trip down here to Sammy, about everything I'm feeling. My edges are gone for now, my thorns are gone, my typical exterior and my sarcasm and my ( Read more... )

This is so hard, :'(.
The rosary was tonight, with an open casket. I couldn't handle it. I fucking completely lost it. I deny this all, :(.
Why can't I just have my Grandma back... ?

Blurry blurry. After today, I'll be able to find my edges. I'll have lines again by Monday.

!هذا عقربي الجديد
C'est mon nouveau scorpion!

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Oh, what do you know of me?
I go through these periods where I experience all things at once. It's not strange for me to be so glad and so terrible all at once. So is it surprising that this is any different?

Someone told me a few semesters ago that taking Cultural Anthropology would utterly destroy the way I look at myself and have looked at the world around me, like it did to him. I'm happy to say that he's wrong. It's because I'm registered in the Green party, ;).

Happy birthday to me, :\.

I love how you like to talk about Arabic and other languages with me.
I hate how you confuse my gaydar. I mean, good god.

Yesterday I bought dress shoes for my suit. After that, I had some vodka, and walked around Hillcrest with quite a buzz. That was really quite interesting. I then went home, and fell asleep ( Read more... )