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Contraction
My life has collapsed in on itself. What was once an emotion ever present in the background has become the gravitational force of my life: worthlessness. I thought as I grew older it would fade and I’d gain confidence. Instead the opposite has happened. If it’s at all possible, I feel less confident than I did when I was younger. This has ( Read more... ) -
Are there second chances? How do you know when your first one is up?
So here’s the thing: I stopped writing in this journal because I felt like I couldn’t bear to share my little life and it’s stupid little problems. Everything seemed too trite, too stupid or too sordid to share. But upon reflection, I realize that abandoning this journal also meant I abandoned an important outlet for my personal expression. For ( Read more... ) -
What do you believe?
Hell, what do I believe? At the moment I believe in the things that light up when I touch them, be they people, or machines or iridescent rocks in the dirt. I believe in what moves me. And the things that meet my criteria are few and far between ( Read more... ) -
Restart the journal on an upswing and generaly accepted superstition, shall we?
Aries (Mar. 21-Apr. 19)
We hate being the bearer of bad news, but Jupiter reigning over your ninth house this week indicates a terrible week ahead. There's not much advice we can give you, because we just can't compete with planetary powers. We recommend you avoid leaving your home (you might be hit by a bus or struck by lightning) and avoid eating ( Read more... ) -
God(dess) has a sense of humor
I’m still feeling horrible. This is now week two of horribleness. I suppose I could take some small comfort in no longer looking like a monster movie reject ( Read more... ) -
Trite insight of the day fueled by sadness caused by procrastination and general ennui
or, Why I am sitting alone on my couch drinking vodka while still recovering from a sinus infection an hellacious pink eye with no one to talk to when I have so much work to do...
We are the architects and wardens of our own prisons.
Philosopher, heal thyself. -
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