Lurking livejournal is an exquisite art: you plow through the dull and ugly memoirs of the masses to find hidden gems that exhibit the peculiar lives of writers.
Your facelessness is beautiful and mysterious. I couldn't begin to visualize you, or your friends, or your asshole relatives. And I never want to.

I've been having dreams about you. I could not consider them nightmares because they reflect reality almost seamlessly. They are obscured by dream-like qualities: eerie light and social disfigurments. It reminds me of retro cinema, with themes that are prevalent in modern day, but skewed and full of inaccurate glare; beautiful, softening glare that ( Read more... )

fuck fuck shit gay balls shit fuck the c word.

still unsatisfied.

I've gotta get out of this place

Free yourself.
Cast aside the pride that confines you for mere moments, and free yourself. Even if you are humiliated, I guarantee you will never regret it.

He is the only male that I am aware of.

He knows that I am not the best, almost worthwhile, nearly worth his while
nearly, or never?

I'm combatting Valentine's Day fatigue with jube-hearts, a bottle of wine, and plenty of irony.

Fuck you, St.Valentine. You've cursed generation after generation with poor self-esteem.

I deleted my facebook. During the process of "deactivating" an account, you are required to supply a reason for leaving ( Read more... )

Dear Livejournal ( Read more... )

I always thought gaining in years would subtract from misery, yet I've only become more adept at hiding it