Beauty. Standing outside in the middle of a storm, lightening snaking down, forking towards the ground. Tentacles of lightening streaking out across the sky. Rain hammering onto your body, rivulets of water sliding down your arm, droplets hanging off every tip of your body. Living. Feeling alive. Surrounded. Enveloped. No escape.

I just wanted to talk about the people I call my parents ( Read more... )

I hate it when one minute I'm fine, happy, pretty much. And then something switches, and I'm close to fucking tears.

It could be because I've listened to David Grey's album about three times in a row, almost on the fourth circulation.

But I can't blame everything on the music.

I don't quite know what's up with me. But I don't feel amazing. I'm sure I'll push it away soon though ( Read more... )

I haven't updated for four weeks, or so LJ tells me. That's a long motherfucking time my friends ( Read more... )

I feel pretty low at the moment. I don't feel like I have anyone to talk to, even though I do. I just can never actually talk to anyone about what I'm thinking or feeling. I don't know why. It's just the way things are ( Read more... )

It's early. I should have been at work now, but the day isn't going the way it was planned, already ( Read more... )

My emotions are everywhere. Last night I went to sleep very happy. That guy's comment had a huge effect on me, and I know it seems a bit silly from the outside, but no one has ever called me/my face pretty without knowing me for a while first. I guess, friends call me pretty or whatever, but they have to say that, being my friend and all ( Read more... )

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It was a pretty crap night last night, but the thing is, I don't hate him, it isn't his fault. He was as good to me as he could be, he could let himself be.. The only problem is that for a long time I'm going to be stuck with the fear that I'm going to be all alone, no one to hug me, kiss me, nothing. Meh. It's mainly because when I think of other ( Read more... )