In a place where I came to post my feelings, thoughts, attitudes, is a place that is worried of fading into the abyss of the traditional blogs. A place I came in peace to post. A real place, where my real feelings resided. And then came a place that is worried of fading away for sticking to its guns. A facebook format and a myspace desperation ( Read more... )

So my life has been, life again. Working the same job for 3 years has its benefits and pitfalls. Just about the same as having the same boyfriend after multiple breakups and arguments. Redundant satisfaction.

And so I have spurts where I post. I may be insane, or just high. But i feel something magnetic when I write, even if I don't write what I'm feeling. Even if I'm describing nothing. At least I'm still something when I write. I am something.

It's also important to write out of fury. To let the words pour out that you're too afraid to think of. Those words, putting those words somewhere. Too many words, not enough feeling to back them up. Is this constructive? A constructive disaster.

I write, and write, and write. And my most appreciated works are those I read that I don't remember writing. Those little thoughts I forgot I thought. Those little moments I thought I was clever. For putting my thoughts into writing. My words. Not my words. Your words.

Beautiful weather just means an excuse to go outside. If possible, I'd prefer it to be partially sunny with bouts of rain and no more than 55 degrees out at all times. Perhaps I should live in the UK, seems I'd fancy the their weather. Grey days they call them, grey days of brilliance.

Everything you think I stand for ( Read more... )

I have the brain of an insane person. My dipsomania is so prevalent I don't even know what to do. This is just lovely. Self-created problems from selfish deeds. I am the exoskeleton of the person I used to be. Dead and dry, fading into the grass.

testinggg.

I spent my whole life constructing buildings of truth. Towers of honesty. Skyscrapers of loyalty. It took 23 seconds for their demolition. I'm trying to rebuild them but I've lost my limbs in the wreckage. My heart is thump thumping at the bottom of the heap. The only desire I have left is the blood pumping through my weak veins. I scurry ( Read more... )