organizing is a bitch.

hello my bitch of a friend.
let's make this a smooth excursion, shall we?

( i used to go to sleep to dream )

sometimes i feel like i just need to step out of my life. completely.

and when i'm attempting to write something - stop thinking about being poetic, or eloquent. just fucking speak what comes to mind, what's been in mind. but it's never that easy, i fear ( Read more... )

it's always a lie.

i just ate some chicken in my teriyaki rice bowl that did not taste like chicken.
should i be concerned?

sometimes i forget ( Read more... )

. .the winds blow, the music plays. will i go? can you stay?; the insecurities of my head ( Read more... )

i am the crazy one.

just wanna sleep. eating ice cream i sit. why am i writing? what is giving me the urge to articulate feelings i'm not even clear on ( Read more... )

i can't sleep.