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The days I'm loneliest are the ones that my entire phone is full of outbound texts.
And I guarantee, every time I'm at a party, it is spilling over with unread messages.
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Breaking the silence
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There's something about an empty room that draws me to it. It's bittersweet, like a toothache.
Maybe I'm just a sucker for this kind of pleasure-pain.
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The Way you Always Fall Asleep Before I Do
My head's been a fucking mess lately and I guess whenever it gets too full, I write something either here or as a note on facebook to get it out. There's been so much on my mind lately.. and a lot's happened. There are so many things I'm concerned with that I'm having a hard time just living, I find myself preoccupied with who I want to be, who I ( Read more... ) -
Fack.
Iiiiii need to redo my journal layout but I just spent three hours failing at implementing code and getting css to work because livejournal is retarded and writing from scratch is near-impossible on it. JUST CAUSE IT WORKS IN A NORMAL HTML FILE DOESN'T MEAN IT'LL WORK HERE I GUESS.
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Even after almost four years I'm still in new territory. I still get that same rush and flutter, but maybe this time it doesn't have to end in a miserable pile of tears. that would certainly be a change. I suppose it's never needed to end that way; I just exude melodrama and I'm indecisive and suck at committing to anything at all. I mean, I change ( Read more... ) -
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"As we sat on the grassy knoll and watched the city crumble before us, fueled by the all-consuming hatred that was the rage in the city-dwellers' hearts, we smiled and admired the beauty in the macabre. The sun shone through the black soot in a soothing amber wave that ought to have quelled the violence, but out here on the knoll not a sound was ( Read more... ) -
I want to write something for you.
But I can't. Nothing happens. It's like there's something in the way, blocking my every word. I feel what I want to say, but it's elusive. I know what I want to happen, but it's outside of my grasp. I want to see your smile and hear not your praise but the expression of your connection. I want the deepest part of you to resonate with the words in ( Read more... )