Oct 23, 2007 22:55
Note to self: buy Critical Mass, by Philip Bell. A book worth having twenty, thirty years from now.
The latest Sarah Dessen is sitting somewhere out there on a shelf waiting for me to find the time for it. been so caught up with my own shit I think I'm forgetting how to feel anything but completely heartbreakingly numb. And etc. Oxymoron that reminds me of so. Am also forgetting how to put words one after another in a coherent sequence.
Almost-cried today, shouldn' have shouted but at least I exhausted myself so much I fell asleep, and fast. Woke up and was late for work but people were kind; I think it has a lot to do with looking like any minute now a collapse is in order. Disintegration. Poof. And I was only pale from the walking-fast, but no apparently people read more into it than I do myself. I think I'm finding it very difficult to take myself seriously anymore. Which is good in a bad way.
I'm trying not to think about sentence structure and subject-verb agreement; but that becomes difficult after a while. Tragic.
If I run from you please chase me.
I can try not to but I think old habits manifest themselves in awkwardly disguised ways.