it's been a shitty week so far, yes oh yes it has. but some things are to be taken in stride, right? nothing a couple chocolate cream pies can't fix...>_the final split between the two of us seems to have taken place. it's something I never thought would really happen, but the path that we have been on for oh so long has led there and nowhere ( Read more... )

playing the 'good sport' role takes too much of a toll these days. i feel like i've been too spoiled or too sheltered, i'm just feeling things too much. what happened to the good old days of flippancy, when I could care less if people returned phone calls or followed through with their words. now i sit here and overthink every disregarded little ( Read more... )

solitude only lasts as long as you're conscious.

if she thinks that I don't need her,
will she not need me?

maybe she already doesn't.

it's kind of like one one of those days, back in grade school, where you could sit on the grass for hours looking up at a cloudless blue sky. your eyes would fade in and out of focus, and every once in a while you would see the thousands of microbes skitting across the surface of your cornea. they would just be little white blobs moving across ( Read more... )

she smiled a little bit as she said it,
like a flower soaked in the rain.

i spoke to a friend today. they were crushed. destroyed. depressed beyond anything I feel I could ever comprehend, but they refused to show it. they wanted so strongly for me to believe that they were ok that they didn't notice the tears rolling down their cheeks. they forced a smile so strongly that they didn't even notice...and i didn't have ( Read more... )

today I start working.

if all goes well, my schedule from 10-5:00pm should be completely packed mon-fri for the rest of the school year.

/woot for cash.

late night thinking is perhaps some of the most abstract thought one can go through. fatigue merely amplifies my inability to focus on a single subject, but as I drift from one to another, I'm more relaxed than I could have ever expected myself to be ( Read more... )

perhaps the evasive secret for which all search to understand is not nearly as evasive as one would assume ( Read more... )