i love it when i feel better. ha...im sure everyone does. i look forward to the future and i dont mind having a plan, things can change and thats not the end of my world ( Read more... )

i hyperventilate when i think too hard and ive been rocking and sucking up my snot and blinking tightly feeling cold on my undereyes and pushing both fists into the center of my indian style on my bed of natural light and i type and talk what i type out loud and i hear the voice of a genius singing wonderwall and other covers and i feel three ( Read more... )

today was very non school oriented. in addition to my sickness...in body and mind, i consumed much more caffeine than normal. my day never really recovers after the shock of coffee letdown, its a high i dont like...still it makes me quiet ( Read more... )

i read my old entries and i see things i wrote about feeling...for people. how i spoke of myself as being in love and so sure...i was so...sad. the briana in love now and then are two different personalities...over two different men...four different years. im much less intricate then i once was...less sensitive...or maybe more ( Read more... )

ive been thinking about talking to you ( Read more... )

im sad at people ( Read more... )

i saw you at the art show
all by yourself like you needed no one
like the eye is quickly acquired
like you are insightful enough to comment
like you appreciated the passion or lack of
in pieces you could never create
in photographs you could never have
the skill to develop

i saw you and shook my head hi
like we were one in the same
what an

laying back looking at gray roof nothingness
admitting and making up shit.
the after-dark and church parking lot light
smooths out complexion and faces look immaculate.

we fear our own kind and i dont know what we are...

squinting at your wax paper
friends standing by
holding your edges
talking about things
like knowing talking
youre a grown up really
a civilized creature
dont break on me now
dont let your words stumble
like youve said words to me
what would happen if
i stood up straiter?

coffee let down ( Read more... )