until i'm mrs. jacob bryan...

-heart stops-

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the screen knocks loudly as fall winds push it to and fro against the frame. it startles the kittens. my body becomes a fist of emotion...tense and persistently unsure. i don't know what i'm doing home so early. right now i feel my time is worth millions an hour rather than eight hundred pennies...we should all feel that way. priceless interaction ( Read more... )

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i haven't written in quite a long time. things have been very hectic, hence ( Read more... )

the day has been long. hit the floor at seven, work by eight. clock out at four thirty and make it to my brother's apartment before five. i cleaned from baseboards to ceilings for three hours (as i am paid to do). i just sat down with dinner, jasmine rice with mushrooms and onions. i made it all by myself, which i am proud of...i should cook way ( Read more... )

 i just consumed a melatonin, followed by a glass of milk. the kitten frankenstein is happily batting about the plastic ring from a freshly purchased half gallon.

the new journal is serving well. i've missed ink on paper, the lone silence that writting brings. my body aches for rest.

goodnite, neighbors playing jonny cash.

i bought a journal today. i'm starting to feel better.

i feel out of sorts. i feel ashamed. i feel sleepy and far from reality. always a good time to write. my journal is still in kentucky and i have not been able to write lately, which leads me to believe nothing i have written recently is even a true reflection of my underlying thoughts. i am a liar in my own journal. what does it mean when i can't ( Read more... )