it's a hot-as-hell day, here in Seattle. I've been missing this weather for nine months now ( Read more... )

sickness fading, but head still congested and loopy with pressure ( Read more... )

I'm afraid of my journals. For some reason when I even think about picking one of them up, I start to feel anxious. I think it might just be that whole thing about starting to do something again... It's always difficult to get back into the groove of it, I'm just hoping that I can find that groove again soon.l

I think that moving here was a good decision. I stayed at my mom's place the last three nights, mike has been out of town with his mother, so I went home. It was really weird, and got incrementally stranger as each of the three nights came to pass. I don't really know why, but for a long time, I have been clamming up around my friends and family ( Read more... )

chomping down mt lunchtime fallafel at Mike's place, I just moved in here, but I'm still not comfortable calling it ours. Changes come so rapidly sometimes that it's hard to keep up with them; Arwain and Kaileigh wanting desperately to move to L.A., Daddy sorting his life out, Ian coming and going as quickly as he appeared, and moving and saving ( Read more... )

fuck.
that might be all,
I sit here loathing, I sit here screaming
I only wish
but I still dream and I still write
I still live and I still breathe,
I am still here...
despite the constant nagging to just go away,
beside the consistant urge to pull my self away
i remain
nuissance, benevolence
we post mark the same

april parties and good times, they come again, always come again with they shift from frigid to warmer. Cherry blossoms bloom and so does my mood, no more time to waste brooding and hibernating, summer escapes us as fast as it comes to us, no time to question it's perpetual beauty as a painting burned into your mind, just love it as it loves you ( Read more... )

so just say nothing
what good are vocal chords anyway
when the wrong things always escape them

i'm touch a computer... weird...

hung over as hell... trying to think of something that will make me feel better, eating or drinking more? Whiskey, eggnog and sprite fucked my stomach up, so eating is out for the time being, plus rampant over eating in these past two weeks is making the thought of food less appealing. The last thing that I need right now is to gain anymore weight ( Read more... )