I forgot how good it feels to have an effort appreciated. Even though I missed the phone call, just the fact that you called back made me feel good enough. maybe I can get over all my bullshit and start letting everything go that bothered me over the past year. get all my old friends back together. its gotta be better than what I'm doing right now.

" I dunno what to do." he said. "I tried spending every waking moment paying attention to her. I tried spending every second avoiding her, even though its the exact opposite of what I wanted to do. I tried buying her things. I tried making her things. I tried being nonchalant. I tried being cool. I tried being dorky. I tried to be intelligent. I ( Read more... )

i was thinking about adding a character to something ive been writing that necessarily has to sing every song he hears. if queen comes on the radio in the diner he is eating at, he sings through a mouthful of food. if you turn on the stereo in your car while having a conversation with him, he will stop it to sing the song. but the more i think ( Read more... )

she woke up feeling the same way she felt the day before. She realized she begins every day with the same thought. But she knows that she, in fact, has changed quite a bit over the weeks, months, years. Whether she is so much better than her previous selves or a transmogrification of what used to be beautiful is irrelevant, it is simply the fact ( Read more... )

from now on, no more stuff about my life goes in this thing. all short stories with fictional characters with no resemblance to anyone i know or anyone they know. the internet just causes trouble. fuck this thing

killing someone by knife is so much more satisfying than the most expertly aimed head shot

i have never been so blatantly ignored in my entire life.

and you say I make YOU paranoid...i feel like laughing. or crying. ill figure out which one it is and say something about it later

and something's gotta change

cause our love's the slowest moving train...

its been a while since I really listened to that song and pretended I knew what she meant when she wrote it. Because in reality, I don't. no one knows, except her. And even she probably only has a vague idea of what she really meant by it. Fuck you John Cusack!

I think the general uneasy feeling i've had in the pit of my stomach for 2 years now is contagious. It can infect by kiss, touch, or even a radial distance of some unknown amount of yards. All of my friends are becoming just as bored and apathetic as I am, and I don't know if its because they do all the same things that I do every day or if its ( Read more... )

It saddens me to think that after everything I've said, everything I've done, and all the nights we've spent together, that all you think I'm trying to do is sleep with you. I thought at the beginning that you just cared very little about me...about us, but i realize now that as brilliant as i think you are, you haven't understood a word I've said ( Read more... )