I went to Guatemala. I've been back for a week. It was magical, but I got sick on maybe the second day after general weakness and poor living for the whole week before I left, and that generally made things difficult. It wasn't to an extreme extent, just overall discomfort. Anyway ( Read more... )

I had a good thing for a very short time. It seems cruel that the only way I can get past this is to forget it ever happened.

It's always so cold and I move so little and everything is so big.

My aunt drives me crazy.

My brother has bad, bad taste.

I wish I were better at lip-reading.

This could never end and I feel guilty for the majority of my thoughts.

how do you make yourself want something less?

I think that basically no one deserves anything. A bad day from start to finish, except the parts I spent alone in my room (dinner: red curry, tarako bread, naan).

So many of the translators I work with are absolutely terrible, and no one appreciates anything.

I think my moody streak is coming late this month, but oh, it's not gone yet!

It's snowing for the first time this season in Tokyo -- and by snow I mean, this will stick, but a morning of sunshine will probably melt it all away ( Read more... )

I am going to make these next two weeks count.

I am going to do everything I can to keep my mind off you, and to remember that I can't have you.

As I write this I'm hoping that at the end of it that you will give me some sign that I'm wrong -- but by then I want to be in a place where it doesn't matter to me anymore.

I know that I can't have ( Read more... )

Everything converged, and everything ended badly.

I feel like a bad daughter/employee/person/friend/woman.

I know happiness can't ride on a person; that's too much luggage for anyone to bear. I know that.

I have such good instincts, but I'm not so good at following them. They say: hide hide hide run run run keep the fuck away.

This month could be awful. I'm living for the tail end, when my friends from Tottori will be here for our Disneyland date ( Read more... )

I had my first mini-breakdown at work on Wednesday, after we had a meeting about a huge account that we didn't get. It was a few weeks ago, so none of this was surprising or new, but I let too many of the things my boss was saying get under my skin, and I was starting to get a little upset. I was fine during the meeting, although I knew that if it ( Read more... )