I suddenly feel really sad and tired.

i am alone in this room dappled in warm golden light and crosslegged on the bed littered with a jacket, keys, a book, notebooks, a bag, pens and papers and a pair of pajamas i sit staring listlessly at the reflection of the blinds in my screen, breathing slow in the inner winter of this room, listening to a song that once in effect saved me from ( Read more... )

 I'm not going back to Spectrum this semester. I don't feel at all like I belong there; it's a tiny knot of flamboyant fags and lesbians and a couple of straight guys, all of whom either seem to, or actually do think I'm a lesbian if they even notice me at all. And I constantly feel both the sickening pain of knowing that I'm never going to be like ( Read more... )

i sing to you and drowsiness shimmers on your skin like layers of spun sugar crystal and in the back of my mind i want to touch my lips to it, just briefly, long enough to imprint it in the minute creases of my lips so that when the sun rises and all these beautiful shards reassemble into the big picture that does not include me i can lick and ( Read more... )

dear god ( Read more... )

Ergh, depression.
Well no.
Not exactly depression:
separation anxiety, intensified by tenfold and two score, multiplied by irritation, confusion, slight sadness and anguish due to miscommunications between friends, not to mention a bit of guilt also related to said miscommunication...
Add to that the bitchy way my sister's been acting and the constant ( Read more... )