I guess I go in spells: river spells and clammed shells ( Read more... )

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Lately:
I don't sleep &
go to Urgent Care too frequently &
say less &
want more hours in the day &
wish I wrote more &
hope you don't forget me.

I could move to Minneapolis.
When will I ever get over betrayal?
There's a possibility. But he's dangerous, words are dangerous. If I was abducted though, maybe I would wake up.

My roommate thinks I have Borderline Personality Disorder and she might be right.

He'll often whisper to anyone close by, "Um, excuse me? I have sompting to tell you." Then you'll get close to his ear and he'll say that he's thirsty, or he doesn't want to stop playing or you made him sad by laughing ( Read more... )

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Sitting here, amidst people my age with whom I have nothing in common, I thought of the past. I remembered my old livejournal, the one before this and I went back to read it. How things change. Was I ever that girl? My mood swings were visible and extreme; I paraded my pop-culture obsession, my youth, my naivety. Hopefully, I'm more graceful now ( ( Read more... )