this house is in a state of unrest.

each girl in this house has a story of unsatiated desire for someone.

mine is the emptiest.

today i am twenty-five.
& i feel extremely sad.
because i know, no matter how many friends i've got, i will always be alone at the end of the day.

i really just want to sit on the dark beach and listen to the waves crash into each other.

One important man in my life, found out yesterday that he has AIDS.

it's everything i've always wanted...

...until i realized how lonely it really is.

 i wish i could easily pursue love matters the way i succeed in pursuing my work matters.

she said, "my feet are tired."

i thought, "my heart is tired."

can anybody find me somebody to love?

i've been enlisting in some very unbecoming behaviour.

blowing dandelions, my only wish was you

our eyes are the same shade of brown.

i am lonely.
but i have too much pride, and i will never tell anyone.
lonliness is always viewed as a sign of weakness.
always used to secretly grab the attention one requires.

i am just lonely. the feeling of being alone.
tired of feeling alone.

but i'll never let anyone else know.

in the beginning i spent all my time, worrying and wondering if i'd see you. if you'd come and talk to me. and through whatever we went through, whatever you'd like to call it, i've done a roundabout...

...and i'm back at square one (again).

they / i keep telling myself i did good.
but my stomach keeps telling me otherwise.