dancing around my house listening to New Order ( Read more... )

what is it about men that makes women so lonley?

i think you should all say something encouraging to me.
and i will return the sentiment.

thank you.

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my friend, who was sufficiently drunk , asked me tonight ( Read more... )

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i am not who i was planned to be.
who my mother thought i would
or even what i thought i would.

it's scary to realize you are on your own accord.
i have no compass but my own.


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maybe i want to believe that.
but i don't.

[can't.]

in the end it's not a pairing of words -
it is a single syllable.

it is whatever that was left from -
what i was going to say.
what i really meant.

if the imprints we left on beds have faded, then i guess that would have been my first clue. but i don't look at things like that anymore. i look at possiblities instead of promises. i look for exit signs instead of entry ways. and the truth is is that we are all just getting recycled. and the next person just gets what is left of you, and i am ( Read more... )