I have to leave home.
I may or may not need a place to stay.
I hate this.

After my psych class, I drove to Norton and discussed literature by a pond while a little child fed ducks. I came home, lit some candles, dusted, and then made dinner. I made Kung Pao Noodles with zucchini, a salad with ginger dressing, and some iced mint green tea. Then, I re-lit my candles, and read Prozac Nation while listening to Antony and the ( Read more... )

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I don't remember what reason number it was, but tonight, the moon only shone a sliver. It must be a sign.
Serve me the sky with a big slice of lemon.

Today was awful. This situation is awful. Seems like an eternity. The day was spent doing something I didn't want to do in Newport. Everything was a reminder. I was supposed to make you love summer. But instead, I made myself hate it. I don't know how to be away. Or how long this will have to last. It's felt like forever. Come back.

making these things public may be my way ( Read more... )

It's just like you to contest, wear it like a label on your breast. Don't you see what this takes of me? A certain callousness complies, with your charm and in your pride. A hopefull look draped in despise. I want to give you whatever you need. What is it you need? Is it what I need? I want to give you whatever you need. What is it you need? Is it ( Read more... )

For a long time, I have complained about people hiding behind their written word. Totally confident in confronting their problems via LIVE journal, but too frightened to otherwise. I do the same thing. I am stopping. More than anything, these last eight months have been a time of self-analysis and discovery. I have realized which friends I adore as ( Read more... )

I'm so tired of picking myself up off the ground.

I have broken my own heart. I spent so much time begging him not to push me away...only to have done the same thing. In my inability to trust someone completely (mainly myself), I have cost myself my soulmate. When you know, you know, and I knew. I should have trusted that.

The absence of God will bring you comfort. And planning's for the poor, so let's pretend that we're rich. And I'm not my body or how I choose to destroy it. Folk singers sing songs for the working; we're just recreation for all those doctors and lawyers. There's no relief for the bleeding heart, 'cause they'll be losing bodies tonight. And Rob says ( Read more... )