Looking through old profile pictures is strange. I didn't realise that I used to look like that. Who was that ( Read more... )

Thoughts lead to other thoughts lead to other thoughts, something like the Buddhist notion of time. It's all just cucumber slices, baby. Cryptic? Maybe but crypticism is fun ( Read more... )

I wish that I could stop thinking. Every time I start a new train of thought I stumble on a whole new world of depressing possibilities. Last Friday I went out with a couple that I know in Calgary and their daughter. We wandered about town for a few hours, just talking and passing the time. We ended up in a park where there was a solstice party. I ( Read more... )

I can't sleep. I can't sleep because there is nothing to dream about. There is nothing to dream about because there is nothing to think about. There is nothing to think about because there is nothing to hope for. So all I do is cry instead ( Read more... )

I feel so entirely flat. How can you ever hope to fill something that has no depth?

"It was Jules' generosity, innocence and vulnerability that dazzled me and won me over. He was such a contrast to other men. By bringing him happiness, I hoped to cure him of his insecurities but I realised they were part of him. Our happiness--for we were happy--didn't take hold and we found ourselves face-to-face instead of merged as one."

Caitlin's answer is to fight the evil dragons and give them names. Names are easy. I dub you sir whatsitmajigger. Fighting the evil dragons is more difficult. Here they be. A dragon of, I think I've forgotten madam. A dragon of, lacking worth. What worth there be is never was. I don't think. I always warned others not to think well of me. If they ( Read more... )

Can a person ostracise herself for being an ugly human being ( Read more... )

I broke my own rule and not only made a decision but made the decision witout giving myself time to think about it first. I am rash like a house on fire. But sometimes my moods are up and and sometimes my moods are down and often I let my moods steal off like rampaging drunkards, wrecking everything in sight ( Read more... )

Irrelevant as a person and necessary as a body.

What does it say about you when your daughter already prefers someone else?

(It's strange how soon water running down your back starts to feel like fingers touching your spine.)

And there is nothing to do but wait for the phone not to ring because there is nobody who would call.