An excerpt from "Adam's Curse" by William Butler Yeats ( Read more... )

i have never felt more that my heart is in a million pieces in my whole life. i can't think what to do, where to go, how to stop crying, how to start fulfilling my responsibilities. nothing makes sense, nothing seems worth it. i didn't want to get out of bed, i don't want to go to class. i think i could die of a broken heart.

i remember that time we typed all in caps lock, and laughed and laughed.

so this is my last night in france. i feel empty, like my room. all my stuff is packed, i am paying a fortune to ship my books home, but they just wouldn't fit anywhere. i think i have everything, and what's more, i am ready to leave. everyone is gone, and i'm just in that negative space between coming and going. it's been good france, bonne nuit.

i think you should know how ridiculous you are. i can't help but feel sorry for you. i can do just fine without you.

i am helplessly consumed by the subtleties of the world that surrounds me. i can't separate the dreams and desires in my head from my own sloppily constructed reality. my little bubble. i have such a heavy heart. i want to be patient, i want to find security in my faith in the world, in god, in myself. i want to reach out to everybody, hold ( Read more... )

i want to be alone with you. dammit.

I need to do something constructive with all this pent up energy. Instead of making productive use of my time, I'm sitting here in front of my computer drinking wine, tapping nervously, and waiting impatiently for something interesting to happen on facebook. I need to chill out with this obsessive desire to find out everything I can about certain ( Read more... )

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your hands are a part of you i understand ( Read more... )