Okay, so here’s what I think my current problem with writing is. Despite the current soul-crushingly, eye-stabbingly awful situations in which I am forced to exist (just a hint of self-mockery there, yes), I just can’t find it in myself to get properly depressed. And I NEED that depression. I need it like a crack addict needs their dealer. I cannot ( Read more... )

My drowsy mind snaps to full alertness when I hear the sound of the back door opening. I pause the show I was watching and my hand automatically reaches for the hockey stick on the floor beside me. Don't judge, my house gets broken into all the damn time.
"Lara? You can put down the stick, it's just me," she calls, before she walks into the lounge ( Read more... )

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"If I had a heart..." she says slowly, her brushing over my face, following the dark circles under my eyes. "If I had a heart, I'll bet I could love you."
"That's fucked up." I pushed her hand away and sit up on my bed. She falls onto her side next to me, propping her head up on her arm. She grins at me, in that too-wide way she does when she's ( Read more... )

A/N: So I decided that I really had no business drawing out this story for quite as long as I have already, plus I'm pretty sure that everyone who was following it at one point has now given up on it. This is the first part of the last chapter, because writers block is preventing the last part from being in any way decent, so I figured, I'll post ( Read more... )

New years resolution... find a partner who is not batshit insane.

for real this time.

Also, I am currently so bored, so Ruby, I am stealing this from you.
You know how sometimes people on your friendslist post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when were they working THERE? Since when were they ( Read more... )

Maybe I've been watching too many comic-book-based-movies, but really. When I get enough money to buy my own house, the FIRST question I will ask the realtor is, "now, you are absolutely positive that there are no wealthy eccentric scientists with a tragic past living in this neighbourhood?"

So, in the past year I have had exactly two complete meltdowns. By that, I don't mean little venting/angsting/whining sessions or minor fits of hysterics. I mean a proper brain-shutdown, out of control, screaming, raging, breaking things with other things (expensive things), episode of pure, unadulterated misery.
Both of these times have happened at ( Read more... )

Know how I know that it's not love this time?
Cause I think she's perfect.
Sure sign that it's a simple case of infatuation rather than love is that you cannot find a single flaw in the object of your affections.
That's the sort of shit that leads to people running off and somewhere against their parent's wishes, then settling down to four years in a ( Read more... )

You don't realise how ugly vanity is until you've spent more than an hour pouting at yourself in a mirroring, modelling all your clothes for yourself. When you've stripped off all your makeup, your hair is an uncut, greasy mess on the top of your head, and you are down to your unmatched bra and underwear, trying to figure out if that dress you just ( Read more... )