Yeah, it's been a while. It's a beautiful day in Williamsburg, but I've holed myself up in my bedroom at 406, where I live now. I'm okay with it. I don't feel that angst about wasting the day because I know I'll be out a little bit later and I got an extension on a paper due today. Lied about it, to get it, but I don't care. I'm sorry. Karma will ( Read more... )

he doesn't love me, but he likes me a lot
he likes the way i run my fingers through his hair
it isn't healthy, but neither are cigarettes
can't quit them either, and i really don't care.

Bennie's perspective ( Read more... )

Oh, but he's so good when he's alone. So good. A boy who has chosen not to love you, or who has decided that he is incapable of loving you, should be forbidden by law to look at you with those eyes how he used to look at you when he and you both had hopes for the future. It's impossible to combine these two images of him that I have in my mind: one ( Read more... )

First of all, what the fuck am I forgetting? I've read my reading for Modern Drama, I've got a lot of drafting to do, but that's it. I think. Should be set.

Weird being relatively caught up.

And positively in the sense that it's not the worst feeling in the world. Anything with a bit of self-righteous anger involved in it never can be the worst feeling in the world. Anger is not a self-loathing emotion. It energizes. Sadness, melancholy, loneliness, heartache--all those are enervating, to use the word of a guy I met yesterday who keeps ( Read more... )

She slides her arm across the mattress, her merlot-red nails in sharp contrast with his white sheets. In a slow fluid motion, she leans forward, closer and closer until her face hovers centimeters from his. Marla takes a drag from her cigarette, pulling her plump, elastic lips from the filter and letting the smoke creep across him. She looks him ( Read more... )

I haven't written about him often, but he's been a presence in my life since last february, a year ago. We grew closer and closer, he wanted more, I wanted less ... closer, closer ... I wanted more, he couldn't commit ... closer ... he wanted other women, I couldn't see him with anyone else, didn't want to hate him, so I let him go ( Read more... )

People can be cruel and I refuse to believe that they know not what they do ( Read more... )

"You have to give up a certain amount of yourself to make love work. Love isn't as perfect as you've set it up to be. It isn't always exciting. You're expecting too much out of it. You can't let it drag on if you feel this way."

I hattttttte what I've become.