I'm having a lot of trouble reconciling myself with the fact that a year has passed since last halloween.

...maybe a lot is an understatement.

I generally spend my summers at camp - notsomuch the case this year ( Read more... )

I don't really know what to say but I know I'm going crazy with the not saying it ( Read more... )

Words tumbling so distantly they haven't got letters to spell them any more.
Waiting.
Waiting.
(She's terrible at patience. Someone taught her once how to get the things she wants. The waiting feels like the antithesis of forward. The waiting threatens to consume her.)

"In the absence...they are her mirrors. She does not exist without their

I seem to have gotten in a terrible pile of unrelated damaging circumstances lately, most notably getting in a car accident (that wasn't my fault) and impaling my foot on a piece of glass (that was entirely my bad ( Read more... )

I'm just so tired of fighting.

And that scares me because the fight used to be what I lived for.

"Some sociologists said that teenagers who grew up in an era of organized play dates and close parental supervision are more cooperative with one another than previous generations - less cynical and individualistic and more loyal to the group."

The other day I spent three hours of the time I was supposed to be using cleaning my room watching the L word, and then got really stoned and sat on my bed for another three and covered loose leaf in ramblings and ended up with them spread all over my room. I woke up to what looked like an explosion of clothes and a shredded book of notes, only ( Read more... )

I want to spend my days outside, lips tasting of cigarettes and tea ( Read more... )

I had this theory that I would sit down and write every day.
But my heart is playing bullshit games and no one really needs to deal with that shit but me.
So instead I've been silent.
Back soon.
Hopefully.