i am miserable.

condolences will continue for my family this saturday at my cousin's memorial service ( Read more... )

one of my dad's patients works at publix, she's old enough to be my mother ( Read more... )

the memorial service was yesterday ( Read more... )

my ears keep popping ( Read more... )

denial ensues, yet he is gone.

i spoke to a 72 yr old man today, about an hour after he had to put down his dog ( Read more... )

there's something intimidating about knowing-
he doesn't intimidate me anymore.

i crave the simplicity of emptiness so absolutely,
i want nothing within me and nothing outside of me
yet i seem to cling to everything outside of me,
as if i were a sponge
and i stuff myself with it.
and then it goes, over and over again
endlessly, binging and purging.

i doubt a man could comprehend the density of varied emotions that occur when a woman wakes up in a puddle of her own blood.