sleeping too much
bad memory
general apathy
general disinterest
trouble focusing
trouble communicating
unhappy when i should be anything but

my heart broke ( Read more... )

that these are all pretty repetitive. and probably at least slightly trite, but it's whats coming out now so i will take it. at least somethings coming out when i put my pen to paper.

I'm sitting in your dead mother's dress
and I realize there are probably more pieces of her left
in my house than there are of you. Your exodus
has been so thorough; I ( Read more... )

I’ve been feigning fine for weeks now, but following someone else’s brake lights down the highway brought it all to light. They burned brightly, like the pain in my chest, and I thought that if I could look down, I was probably glowing the same red,  but I couldn’t take my eyes off of the that truck in front of me that was not your truck and ( Read more... )

the car behind me has only one headlight and its windshield wipers are waving frantically, even though the rain stopped miles ago. i write this as i am driving, and i'm driving over a bridge and i wonder what the odds are that i will crash because i'm driving with my knee--which i do more than i should--but never before over a bridge, as bridges ( Read more... )

because you are here for now.

this is so hard.

and both hands ( Read more... )

i could do it. i could just leave. i could travel and do whatever i want and be wherever i want. i could, but i won't because then i would be alone. i could teach english in argentina or backpack in turkey or, i don't know, cross-country ski in russia. i won't right now, but it's powerful and relieving knowing that i could ( Read more... )

my neighborhood smells like families at 6:30 on a Thursday night: the scent of uncooked pasta and dogs barking and catch-up conversation during the evening news. a young girl, about 6 or 7, in clothes from dance class, cheerfully calls hello to me from her drive-way. her mother is already mostly inside the door and i hear her chide her child. "but ( Read more... )

how do i post responses to postsecret? this is about the 20th time I've tried, and I see no option anywhere. Infuriating because I read other people's. How do I?

What happens to the secrets that don't get posted?