i can hardly keep my eyes open today. it is 4:21pm now, and the next 29 minutes are endless. the projector hums from a speaker straight above me, blue light from the screen glows on 37 other people. someone in this class looks a little like you from the back. the shoulders or the waist, i can't tell, but i stare for a long time... i want to close ( Read more... )

im sitting at your desk waiting ( Read more... )

i think that it is silly, the way i feel lately, and im not really into it and can't or won't explain to you what it feels like. writing things makes me feel really sane though. paper is better, and i dont know why i do this, honest. if you know, please tell me, and maybe i will get over it. but probably not. i think i will always have a need to be ( Read more... )

i write things so that i can read them in a few years and feel like a person ( Read more... )

when you say thank you, i want to grab your shoulders and hold your eyes with an intensity that almost scares both of us, and say:  there are a million people like us, go and find them. then come back to me & i will be ready.  but there are certain things i will not say, including the aforementioned. and similarly, there are certain ways you will ( Read more... )

 just don't tell her she's beautiful

I don't know what inspired me to say hello again, sort of cyclic thing I guess, just something I do every now and then just to see what will happen-- if things are still the same as always or if, finally, they aren't. And you've written back within a few hours, which I didn't expect. A long message, telling me everything big and also somehow ( Read more... )

Coffee, black ( Read more... )

Have you ever thought that maybe there is only a certain amount of suffering and pain in the world, an amount that hasn't changed since the beginning of time? It never goes away, really, just moves around, person to person. 
If you are sick, or unhappy, at least you know that you're taking it off somebody else's shoulders for a while.

Directing is ( Read more... )

I pretend to study harder than I actually do. I sit and play tetris between flashcards (or study a flashcard now and then, between tetris) and see the most beautiful hours of the day rushing past the library window. My glasses feel strange on my face today. Sometimes I have to stop what I'm doing to let a thought consume me.

To stop and stare at ( Read more... )