Today is moving out day. Admittedly, the only reason I'm writing in this is because I'm waiting for my iPod to charge. Journal-writing passes the time before I head to Manhattan to buy makeup. I'm sure I'll look back on this journal many times and laugh at how half-hearted it was. This will surely lead me to the realization that most of my writing ( Read more... )

i lied, it's the same life ( Read more... )

bye. new name, new life, etc.

well i like that position up on the dresser ( Read more... )

the first girl to get him off. that. way.

tonight, the bug will live.

what i have left ( Read more... )

i never speak directly to anyone. that one i was pointing my finger at--it was really the other; in the backround, biding their time. hoping they would overhear, and i'm sure they do. he does. i say i hate it but i speak loudly in restaurants. i raise my voice for attractive strangers ( Read more... )

patient love is lack of passion. beating through my head since last night; and strong enough affect that i remembered it. oh well, nothing else to write.

blah. blah. blah. rows of three words and sentences that fall in line with breathing patterns. reader inhale. author exhale. RHETORIC.FUCKING.NO. don't do the work FOR me, s. do you HAVE no shame? stop with the patterns. let me read on my own. let the writer write without a cadence going up and down and up again. those horses impaled with lead that ( Read more... )