( happy birthday, grandma. it's been ten years since you left us. )

That I am the same person I was four years ago (and she can't survive here)

or if

I am not that person. And desperately miss her. (Want to be.)

Everything I say is one more facet amassing some larger chronicle of misspent youth.

It's not me.

It's everyone the fuck around me.

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I feel so alone.

Well. Today I identified myself as a UU. It was kind of unexpected, but it felt pretty awesome, I guess. :)

Everyone please be thinking good thoughts for my friend Samara. ♥

In other news, Hamlet stole both my blue pens, and I need them to continue writing this entry in my journal. I write each entry in a different colour from the last one, and I ( Read more... )

I've wasted so much time.

I'm so old now.

You think I'm kidding.

Wait and see.

Sartre a dit que l'enfer, c'est les autres.

Mais moi. Je veux que tu saches que j'ai appris que l'enfer, c'est toi uniquement.