It happened again, last night.

I was sitting in front of the genkan, trapped between the letter boxes, the old rusty-maroon couch, a pile of several hundred mismatched shoes. Two boys were on ladders, setting up curtains to block the red light in the front room from the black light in the next. This way, when people walked into the dorm, they could ( Read more... )

I don't have time for this, and I thought it couldn't catch me. But no, that webby time has spun me into threes, a love at every corner. My computer breaks, I'm snared; the tire blows a flat, I'm strangled; the woman talks of AIDS, and I come to school crying --

And then there was so much time, wandering around when the research proposal fell ( Read more... )

Psych class, early morning psych class!

I wasn't even sure I was going to take it - I was going to nonchalantly sleep in and drop it from my schedule later when I checked my school email last night. The professor had sent out a personalized message to all of his students, encouraging them to wake up early and come. He said he'd make it worthwhile. ( Read more... )

from: Casey Walker
to: laura wuestner
date: Sat, Dec 12, 2009 at 11:24 PM
subject: Re: hey there!

Laura, watch out: this email just became EPIC, in the original sense of the meaning: long as fuck.You might need some advil before you start this thing. Just a warning ( Read more... )

"It's over now. It's all over."

Part Six

I was a bit hung over but the first thing I did was to go to dress and go to 2MD. Before I got out of the house I ran into Teneal, and she exclaimed, “Casey! I just got a text message from Elizabeth -- you won’t believe what happened to Global House last night. SAO sent out  an email to all the members of the ( Read more... )

What is one supposed to say when dreams come true? Isn't it funny that even then, dreams must end, and we are always left clinging to the hope that we can fall asleep and dream once more?

Part Five

That Friday, there was a ball party at Global House. I spent the whole day humming Michael Buble’s “Maglio Stratera” under my breath. Natto, Laura and I ( Read more... )

I don't know if I'm ready to tell the rest of the story. It's so fresh that it burns. I can't look into my eyes and tell that girl that she was wrong to act like she did; to pursue him as such. But, no. I can only look at Kenny, just like she did. And look at him, and look at him, and wish that things had stayed the same. However.. Nothing and no ( Read more... )

The more recent I remember, the more I remember. Slowly, it feels like it has become not story, but that of the girl who looks like me, who talks like me, who loves like me...But is this my story? Is this how it has to be ( Read more... )

This livejournal has been only used to twist together the ending strands of dreams into something beautiful.

But today is different.

This post is not a dream. This is real. I am purging. Like a river lets out its water from a dam, I cannot let this stagnate any longer. If I write it all out, perhaps I dwell on it less. Maybe I'll be able to move on.

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I just lost everything in this message when I tried to post it.

That's exactly how I feel.

I pressed the wrong button and now I have lost everything.

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This morning, I skyped with my mother and my brother. My mother told me to talk to him. My brother told me to make him jealous. I wanted to do one and could only succeed with the other: I met a ( Read more... )