im so sick of myself, and now i know exactly what's my problem and it sucks to admit it. i'm always left alone, i'm always bitter. nothing is ever perfect. is that my problem? i want perfection ( Read more... )

this catalog courtyard ( Read more... )

i'm a little angry, and violently lonely right now. what am i going on about? i'm trying to occupy myself with actions, with habits and hobbies and things to do in general. but what i end up doing is worrying and commiserating. i need to be more and more and more occupied, and less thinking. i need to be told things or do things. even writing doesn ( Read more... )

i'm thinking a lot and sleeping little. by thinking i mean running repetitive thoughts through my mind ( Read more... )

i make myself sick with obsession ( Read more... )

i don't know. what are the rules with a muse? these are people you're allowed to be obsessive over right? but you're not allowed to let anything happen. it's just besides the point of a real relationship to have something that's such a fantasy, and besides the point of a muse to be confined in the social rules of a relationship.

Somehow the smoke will go out of these streets ( Read more... )

You can't marry your muse.

Eventually everyone breaks up. One day I'll have my time with you.

Somehow the smoke will go out of these streets ( Read more... )