After a year

The nights were so good. Maybe it was because it was my first time; maybe it was the satisfaction of a long wish granted. Memories that used to cut like broken glass now cover like a warm blanket. Things I’d all but forgotten, or chosen not to remember, keep presenting themselves like surprises in an advent calendar. They no longer hurt ( Read more... )

I've suited myself up to deal with hurt, guilt and pain again, but no. I am not going to this time. You're supposed to learn and get stronger from things like this, and I'd be a fool to step back into the whole. I KNOW what I feel, what I am, and what I deserve, and everyone else has been there to remind me. This time, I'm going to listen. Hell yes ( Read more... )

     Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind is a phrase coined from a poem by Pope, which was turned into an indie film in 2004. The ideas presented in the film are fantasy; no one can actually have a medical procedure where parts of their memories are triggered for termination. The idea makes for an awesome movie and spectacular plot, but never did ( Read more... )

     If I could move tomorrow, I probably would. I can't explain what it is that makes me feel like running. I am happy here at home, and I know I've got a great world at school, but I still feel like I'm chasing happiness. Why did I decide to move 900 miles away to go to school in the first place? It was the same feeling of anxiousness. I know ( Read more... )