I need my books back.

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I wrecked my car today ( Read more... )

I came clean too late. I leave in 3 months and I'll pretend that none of you ever meant anything.

Gee.  I haven't been fucked like that since biology class.

It's a little love hate train crash when you look at me the way you do, it makes me forget about everyone else in the world.  You feel all too familiar and yet come without all the stifling history.  I try to leave bits and pieces of myself throughout your apartment,  a pearl lost in your ( Read more... )

I'm ready to come home.

I've spent the past 4 days locked in an attic reading House of the Dead.  Fritz Eichenberg is God.  The Doctor has some of his originals behind this huge humming freezer in the basement that I plan on tucking away in my suitcase.  Yes, I'm plotting to steal fine art but I don't view it as such seeing as how he's ( Read more... )

I hate this town. Thank God I only come here once a year.
I can't wait until Monday, I've missed him so much I couldn't explain it to anyone if I tried.

Play dead

or don't play at all.

I didn't go home right away. I was too restless. The blood was boiling in my veins and I knew any second my heart could have just melted from my ribcage, too tender and dissolved to retain shape. I wanted so badly to just fly past that stupid familiar exit and fucking give up.

But quitters never win.

It would probably be a lot smarter to just shoot myself.

I don't write anymore. Haven't for a long time. Inspiration can't crawl through the keyhole to my heart; The key itself is undoubtedly lost forever. I need to fall in love again-with myself, with another human being, with life.

I don't feel like ANY OF THIS IS REAL.