alabaster buildings one hundred stories high.
today just so happens to be a cancer that eats at you from the inside.
i couldn't tell if this feeling was(is?) caused by my surroudings (mainly crazies wandering the streets, riding bicycles, and angry bread company men) or the brief but disturbing fear that perhaps i was the one suffering from insanity.
i wish i could phrase this more eloquently, all of this, everything, but sometimes i highly doubt i deserve the bullshit (or what i deem bullshit in my brain even though it does not exit your mouth as such, due to my various miswired connections, upbringing/ environment/ emotional insecurities and instabilities etc etc) you put me through.
see also;
i have started to underline things i read that i find pleasing to my palate.
scott peterson found guilty of first and second degree murder (wife and unborn son, respectively).
i want to live alone, even if 'live alone' does equal 'practically live here and keep my things messily unpackaged in a place which i may call my own.'
i am supplementing this cold weather with butternut squash soup, the likes of which this county has never seen (or tasted, for that matter.)
love,
s.
i couldn't tell if this feeling was(is?) caused by my surroudings (mainly crazies wandering the streets, riding bicycles, and angry bread company men) or the brief but disturbing fear that perhaps i was the one suffering from insanity.
i wish i could phrase this more eloquently, all of this, everything, but sometimes i highly doubt i deserve the bullshit (or what i deem bullshit in my brain even though it does not exit your mouth as such, due to my various miswired connections, upbringing/ environment/ emotional insecurities and instabilities etc etc) you put me through.
see also;
i have started to underline things i read that i find pleasing to my palate.
scott peterson found guilty of first and second degree murder (wife and unborn son, respectively).
i want to live alone, even if 'live alone' does equal 'practically live here and keep my things messily unpackaged in a place which i may call my own.'
i am supplementing this cold weather with butternut squash soup, the likes of which this county has never seen (or tasted, for that matter.)
love,
s.