The only sounds I hear are the sound of my refrigerator and the sound of the central air. They are both starting to irritate me. I come home to nobody. I see nobody. I hear from nobody. I talk to nobody ( Read more... )

Someday people will write about the Great LiveJournal Armageddon ( Read more... )

For a long time, I considered myself a romantic, but recent thinking has been making me reconsider this notion. You see, my long-held idea of romance, whether I was aware of it or not, was entirely selfish; based solely on need: the needed to be needed, the needed to make someone feel happy and loved, the need to share myself completely with ( Read more... )

"Over these past few years, I've only wanted to move forward and touch that which I couldn't reach... though I've never been able to tangibly define what it was. Not knowing where those near-intimidating thoughts came from, I simply continued to work. As things finally came into focus, I was in unbearable pain, knowing my heart had gradually lost ( Read more... )

Dear You ( Read more... )

This really annoys me. I had a really great outline for a long update when I was at work today, but now I've basically forgotten everything I wanted to write about, how I wanted to write it, and the mood I need to be in to write it has basically left, too ( Read more... )

"Through the act of living itself, sadness piles up here and there. Whether in the sheets hung to dry in the sun, the single toothbrush in your bathroom, or the history logs of your cell phone ( Read more... )

I am so alone again.

I want to be wanted ( Read more... )

I can do this ( Read more... )