I'm wondering if it is time to close this journal to rest. I plan to write the passwords and user names to all of my internet bullshit some where in my will. This journal finally feels a little grown out of ( Read more... )

Perhaps its time to break free, like one woman said to one man over an anonymous public forum ( Read more... )

For anything ( Read more... )

Marry my work ( Read more... )

I never got depressed drunk, until I knew you ( Read more... )

I'm taking all of my love for you out on other people.

What kind of karma does that give me?

Things have been busy. This might be one of the few times in my life where I haven't regularly updated journals despite me being single ( Read more... )

There's a playground that we used to run on ( Read more... )

Fuck you, memories.
Fuck you, hope.
Fuck you, new things.
Fuck you, optimism.
Fuck you, distance.
Fuck you, dreams.
Fuck you, reality.
Fuck you, love.

I JUST WANT FUCKING OUT.

A Long Walk to Forever/Hell to Get Along With by Kurt Vonnegut ( Read more... )