I played well in piano today, less like a seventeen year old and more like a 55 year old angsty pathetic desolate man, in the words of my piano teacher. In order to get me to play the sounds he wants, he likes to tell me the sounds in terms of stories, emotions, colors, math, anything. I take him a good deal more literally than he probably thinks, ( Read more... )

My house, 12:00 noon ( Read more... )

I imagine anger evaporates more quickly when you don't notice it's evaporating. As it is, I notice that I'm beginning to get over it, and it makes me angry. Just angry at more than you. There's no reason I should forget about it, other than because I know I will anyway if I don't make a conscious decision not to every five seconds. I'm starting ( Read more... )

I do not like them in a house ( Read more... )

all these old photographs ( Read more... )

It's ridiculous how angry I am ( Read more... )

I just came in ( Read more... )

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I'm going to die tommorow. I'm trying really hard to see the better side of the meeting tommorow, and it 's sort of working, because I don't feel scared or an anxious sort of sad, or even angry. But I get the feeling that I'm just hiding. I'm still sad, resigned. I don't want to lose you, anyone. I know you're going to think of me differently, ( Read more... )

I really wish I knew what was going on ( Read more... )