When someone leaves you, you walk around without direction like a lobotomy patient. Except it's not your brain that's been excised; it's your heart. There is a gaping void in your chest where that mass of sensitive muscle used to sit. Instead of gentle thumps there are gripping aches. Painful memories blast you with every beat of your phantom ( Read more... )

for those who thought i was dead: adjacent.ca is alive. my self-esteem, on the other hand... yep, pretty much dead.

why am i still here?

here = livejournal. but i suppose you could read that in an existentialist sense, as well.

it's my birthday and i can whine if i want to.

livejournal.com hosts a plethora of plagiarizing, copycat wannabes. and, yes, i'm talking about you.