it's a liquid. i'm a jar. smash me open.

he's the only person i know whose hugs are too short

I wake up feeling awful
from dreams I can't remember

is it because they're so rotten
or because they're so good
and the sight of the surrounding items
of which I am one
reminds me that this alone is my life

This is what happens when I let people know me. This is what happens when I leave the house. This is what happens when I look the slightest bit attractive. This is what happens when I open my mouth.

when i called you, i thought i needed you. when you didn't answer, i realized i just wanted you.

and i don't need anything.

i wish everyone could read my mind
they may not like me anymore
but at least they'd know how hard i try.

when did my life become defined by this unrequited love, this directed desperation? i push away the people who love me and love the people who push me away.

everything means something
horrible.

i need to be a better everything.

Things are so quiet. I hear all the noises I don't usually notice. Like I'm in a very subtle movie, a movie that I would get bored watching. But it's not boring ( Read more... )

I'm walking around the school at which I did my undergraduate degree. It's...comforting. I don't know why. I know that I was just as stressed back then, that everything seemed just as urgent. Yet I was so good at what I was doing. It seemed like I could do no wrong. I'd pull all-nighters to finish papers I should have been working on all ( Read more... )

...if I was going to drink, I'd drink alone.