Nicholas Hughes, Sylvia Plath’s son commits suicide - Times OnlineThis is such sad news, wrought with such bitter irony. I've been a huge fan of Sylvia Plath for over ten years; I even wrote a play about the last days of her life for my senior creative writing class in high school. Such a shame that depression runs in the family. I know that her ( Read more... )

So here's my 2008 retrospective post. In some ways, I was loathe to even do this because 2008 wasn't as eventful for me as 2007 was. In 2007 I graduated from college; went on an amazing trip to England and Dublin, Ireland; moved out of my parents' house and into a house with my best friend; started working at the place where I've been employed for ( Read more... )

God, I am just such a nervous/awkward person sometimes (well, most of the time), and I really hate it. I don't know how to change something about myself that seems to be so deep-seated ( Read more... )

I love it when Facebook randomly insults me!


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I think that I'm so used to always being overly worried about one thing or other that my mind no longer knows how not to be worried. Whenever I take a nap or go to bed, I periodically wake up with a feeling of dread, and then I slowly realize that there's nothing really that I should be dreading. I know that this is no way to live my life, and that ( Read more... )

So, yay. Apparently I'm not even 25 yet and I'm already going through my quarter-life crisis ( Read more... )

I had a really good writing session yesterday. Instead of bumming around the house after work like I usually do, I took my notebooks and went to this little clearing in my neighborhood, and sat there for about two hours. It has a sign that names it part of the "Raleigh Parks & Recreation" system, but it's not a park at all, just a quiet, grassy ( Read more... )

Thanks to everyone who left nice, helpful comments on my last post...I'm still taking time to reply to all of everyone's comments, so forgive me if you haven't heard back from me yet ( Read more... )

I've been feeling kind of sad/blah lately. I'm not sure if this is only a funk I'll soon get out of, or if I'm in a genuine rut. I hope it's the former. The past few mornings I've been waking up with a feeling of dread, as if I knew that something horrible was going to happen but I'd forgotten what it was. I'm not really sure what that means ( Read more... )

I was over at my parents' house the other night, and I took some pictures of myself with my beloved kitty, Oscar. (Yes, he was named after a certain Anglo-Irish author. We used to have another cat that I named Bosie after Wilde's lover...but Bosie ran away. D: )

So, in short...my kitteh! Let me show you him!


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