I hate days like this. It's like I'm riding a nauseating elevator of emotion that goes up and down and down and up. I'll think of things that bring me down and then I'll be on my way to going down, when I think suddenly of reasons to be optimistic and, with a jerk, I'm skyrocketing upward, before I realize my pessimisms hold more weight and I'm ( Read more... )

1) You know when you're tired because you haven't sleep enough for days and you're starting to drift until you're just floating, and you feel like you're slowly giving up and you feel like you know things? And you feel like you can even see the future if you really tried and pushed yourself off the edge far enough, because somehow your lack of ( Read more... )

I wonder what it would be like to be a bird, to feel all the voices running like currents under your feet every time you alighted on a telephone wire. Seven numbers make a bridge from me to anyone (sometimes ten, sometimes eleven, sometimes five). It's been too long since I've last really had a conversation with someone on a phone. I never use ( Read more... )

Is it my fault that I feel sad for the murderers and thieves and hit-and-runners in the world? I do. I wonder what brought them to do such things. They had to have suffered. A lot. I believe, and I believe very firmly, that nobody is born bad. We are all born into goodness and empathy, small and shining. There's no way to be a bad person without ( Read more... )