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MS notepad entries, March 2008 :
Goodbyes ( Read more... ) -
And so it is.
Living an alternate life until six in the morning, she thinks she is a passenger. Just sitting quite still and staring and thinking. It projects to the back of her forehead. It expands through her gut. Conversations she will never have, but waits patiently to happen. Scenes so rehearsed in her imagination that she forgot long ago how to explain ( Read more... ) -
The diving bell and the butterfly.
I cried all night ( Read more... ) -
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Hi. I want to start afresh. Shave everything off and peel the layers into the trash. Lose my i.d and forget my pin number. Miss the bus and skip class. Visit Lacuna and become nobody. Forget my name and my postal address. Empty my pockets and brain into the gutter. Empty my lungs into a gutter. Stop caring and learn how to feel again. Erase the ( Read more... ) -
hei mimzo: why don't the buildings cry? lul.
probz should have made these smaller but....
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Caitlin once said; what the fuck has happened in the world, to end up here?
Mim once said; cant we just disappear and take our chances??
It souned good.
Haha, someone once said that they'd find me....
you'll never find me where I'm about to go.
When you turn your back, I'll be out the door;
"I don't love you anymore, goodbye." -
human narratives.
why is it that when something happens to us, we always feel the need to tell somebody or something? no matter how lame, or stupid, or annoying, or just plain boring the story is; we continue to pass them on. other people's narratives have always interested me, but i still don't understand why i feel the need to keep telling my own.
