it's been a few years ( Read more... )

i'm sitting next to elliot lund. we used to work together in my previous life where i interacted with people without ANY semblance of a personality. which isn't to say he isn't the sweetest most god-fearing piece of american white-trash, it's just that i'd honestly rather be dead than be boring. this old life was depressingly boring. i would come ( Read more... )

there is hope, there is hope ( Read more... )

is typically where i try to fall asleep. i had a nap yesterday and i dreamed that i had found the perfect job for me. i was sitting in a glass-enclosed office, complete with fake greenery and computer chair, directly beneath a skylight. i remember looking up and realizing that there was no heat or warmth coming from the light and then i looked at ( Read more... )

the last semester of my undergrad. i feel like i'm waiting at the threshold of hell. he's the most ridiculous thing to date. i present to you the transcripts of a date gone awry ( Read more... )

today my mom is 55?

i dont know what love is yet and i cant pretend that i do because i end up creating illusions in my heart that sting. who can prove to me that im alive and breathing? i wanted you to want me for my thoughts and mannerisms but thats naive and invalid. you know what i wanted and you were upfront with me. im sorry i cant sit here and type it all out. ( Read more... )

has anyone seen that show ruby on the style network? here's why i think it works on so many levels ( Read more... )

here i am writing about my feelings ( Read more... )

he laid there, barely conscious with the light blurring into nothingness ( Read more... )