It seems my life has progressed as rapidly in my absence as it would have if I was there. I'm coming home the third. See you soon.

If it helps to put things into perspective at all today is my mother's birthday.

So I'm out in West Virginia... my supposed santuary and hideaway. Usually throughout the year I have all these things normal people think and worry about and I don't pay them any heed. I let em build up and diligently sort through them while i'm slowed down. Well I'm here and these thoughts are not ready to come out of the oven. I'm miserable ( Read more... )

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I wish I could write to you my exact thoughts. Instead I portray my little goblets of truth as decoration while behind doors they are for everyday use. It's about choosing. In the end it's not myself I change but merely the flow of the world around me. The light turns green. I don't have to go. I have a million excuses. Maybe I'll just put on my ( Read more... )

Hey everyone. I'm reaaaally drunk again. You know what that means... time to be honest and blunt... because I'm too drunk to...to...to...umm... oh yea... too drunk to hide the truth behind metaphors. *feels tired* I'll delete this post prolly in the morning... this is for those avid readers who wake up... and then read my posts. I wouldn't be ( Read more... )

Spread the love, spread the Jessica. I can always assume there's enough to go around even though I know there's not cause it never comes back around. Hi, I'm Jessica. How are you? I'm a lot like a blanket... a big love blanket. Lately I've come to deal with the harsh reality that my blanket cannot encompass the universe as I once thought. Then ( Read more... )

Someone washed my clothes in apathy and it's making me itch. You know I'll wear em three days straight anyways cause I don't care that I'm uncomfortable. Please make more promises and unfulfilled desires for me to laugh at when you let me down. Please tell me you'll be there and never show up. Lie to me, lie to me. I've never done it to you, to ( Read more... )

The price of being lighter than air ( Read more... )

I was a shed of tin housing steel. Built with the dejected and wearisome molded impacted steel that I protect. No sanctuary of apathy needs a shield stronger than the delicate flesh it defends when it harbours consolidated nothingness and battles weeping rains. Now the flame within this vessel is stronger than the leathery shell and like spirits ( Read more... )

If death were more of a split second decision or even decided to be more spontaneous than random for a change... I'm at a bump I guess you call it or a rut depending on how you like tripping over things. I'll take a concussion over a broken ankle any day. Better not to think than not be able to run away. Here I am with my monthly sprinkler ( Read more... )