Half-gloved fingers brushed over the covers of the books on my bench. Accelerated Distance Learning. College Degrees by Mail and Internet. "So," he said, soft and something a little like sad, "you do mean to leave that place forever ( Read more... )

14 hours... I don't want to think about it, particularly. About the feeling in my gut. 14 hours and not a word, not a breath. Not a whisper. They promised to be home within 24 hours, more or less. 10 hours to go. I'm afraid of looking to see how things are going -- part of me already knows how they're going. Call it instinct ( Read more... )

My dearest outlaw ( Read more... )

I was writing a really long post about my emotional state and it basically all boils downs to this: I am lonely, I am tired of being lonely, and I don't think it's fair that I keep waiting for someone else to remember me when there are other people who don't have to be reminded I exist to be glad I'm around, care for me, and treat me with affection ( Read more... )

( Two about one person, one about another )

The year spun out and all I really remember is snatched bits of poetry, scattered like ashes through my journal entries. I think I'm really a metaphor, bits of my universe falling out at the seams ( Read more... )