So, I feel it is time to let this journal die the long agonizing death it so rightly deserves. The mental masturbations, these extraordinarly brazen attempts at painting a life, they have had their place and their time in the sun and now it is time to let them dissolve into that murky place, wherever thoughts go to die ( Read more... )

I am fascinated by the concept of lost communication. I am knee-deep in words and I can't find a way to organize them. In this world where things like LOL and BRB are valid forms of communcation, I mourn the loss of interaction with real people, where conversations drag out, meander through the dark woods of thought, and I wonder who the big bad ( Read more... )

when first we met ( Read more... )

Dear god. I have sat and spent the last two hours, reading old journal entries, remembering, somtimes laughing, sometimes crying ( Read more... )

Sunsets and lullabies ( Read more... )

Time for a real update ( Read more... )

I am officially a Fashion Coordinator ( Read more... )

If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?

(Now post this in your LJ and find out what mine would be)

It's valentines and again I don't really care. Sometimes I hate being single. Sometimes I hate waking up alone or even worse, waking up with someone who's name I'm not even clear on. But this year, I put aside my bitterness, and remember those that I have truly loved in the past. The boy I thought I would marry. The one who got away. The liar. The ( Read more... )

And as I read and re-read your words, there are tears in my eyes, and I know the ache of which you speak. I never doubt that we are much the same, enjoying endlessly the little moments, aching for the possibilities, simultaneously loving and stretching our own hearts that we feared were to shallow to ever love truly. But here we are, so many miles ( Read more... )