I want something else ( Read more... )

I have a cold. I have had this cold for way too long. I have pretty much done nothing but "work" and sleep since my last post. I think I may actually be allergic to work. I was feeling okay on Friday, but I got to work on Saturday and all of a sudden I was allergic to everything. The air in here isn't right, it's like. Too dry and too humid at the ( Read more... )

I have so many thoughts, but none are fully formed.
Ideas of ideas.
(Of ideas.)
Pysched out of any followthrough.

These audit shifts are really getting to me ( Read more... )

Jesus fucking shitballs.

wtf, life?

Vanessa wants to call me, but I still can't speak about it. The only person I actually told was my mother, in the initial moment of shock, and after the words came out of my mouth, I knew it would be a long time before I could speak them again: Kyle died. One of my best and closest friends; the bearer of my secrets, the supporter of my crazy ideas ( Read more... )

I'll stay up for you. But, I'd much prefer to do it in the dark.

I don't know if I will ever not be devasted about Kyle. Although, I'm sure it will become easier in time... At some point in my life I may be able to focus on it without suffocating, or tearing up controllably ( Read more... )

There are moments I still don't believe it. And in those moments, I am okay.
There are moments when it is all too real. And in those moments, I am not a person anymore.

Sitting at Starbucks, sipping on the worst vanilla latte I have (quite possible) ever had: svoiding the downpour, heavily mourning this great loss, barely listening to the happiest sad-song stream... when I realize, this annoyingly pitched jazz number is actually a Morrisey cover. And I wonder: have all these songs been happy covers of sad songs? I ( Read more... )