I didn't see this coming ( Read more... )

I should write about it.
Part of me wants to.
But, writing about it would require thinking about it.

And I'm not ready to do that just yet.

i miss you. but, i can't write that either.

If i miss you---well, that's my fault.

It feels like this week is never going to end.

Very few people feel real to me anymore ( Read more... )

"You're an odd girl, Samantha."

You didn't say it as an insult. Just as a statement.
I smiled, not asking for clarification.

"I think we all of a weird fascination with violence. Like when you see a cra wreck and can't look away ( Read more... )

"I hope this reaches you in a positive light..."

Fuck you.

And for the record, there's a difference between "not speaking" and not having a goddamn thing to say to you.

HONESTLY, I'm anticipating this train wreck. It's just the wait that is annoying me.

I was trying my best to solve a drunk man's exasential crisis when I heard the announcement ( Read more... )

I don't feel new yet---but, I feel refreshed.
Not quite clean, but I'm getting there.

It's going to be a better year. I'm going to be a better person.