I hear these floorboards creak as I make my way out of bed, taking care not to wake you from your dreams. I make my  way to the bathroom, closing the door carefully behind me. I snuggle up to cold linoleum and slide with my back to the door. I sit there with my head in my hands and I begin to release ( Read more... )

We continue creating so many memories... Angelface, Maya, Sofia, Bear...My ladies ( Read more... )

I don't know so much about these things. But I'll give it a go, and we'll see where we end up ( Read more... )

Nostalgia carries with it a sickening, weighted feeling. It's detrimental and serves only to compare the past to the present ( Read more... )

I felt [emotionally] physically exhausted today ( Read more... )

I don't write anymore. Why is this? I feel a void because of it. It appears that there's a hole deep inside my heart that only words seem to fill. They like to stick to the edges and pile up on one another. One after the ot[her].

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Another one survives. God, I don't understand why this fucking shit has to happen. Correction: HAPPENS. It seems it's ( Read more... )

Illusion. Our senses can be so misleading, our instincts creating creases in our life's fabric ( Read more... )

Perhaps I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed, but I find my spirits especially down today ( Read more... )

It seems to have been quite a while since I've last written ( Read more... )

Here comes the obligatory "end of the school year post" and the accompanying postal service in the background. " a stranger with a doorkey explaining that i'm just visiting"... It seems that's how my life is going ot be for the next four years ( Read more... )