Basically this week has been ( a giant fucking thunderstorm with some very few bright spots )

Mostly I just want to meet a guy I don't have to make fucking excuses for.

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Everything hurts. Even the things that are supposed to feel good.

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You can doubt that the sun rises or that the moon shines or that the earth tilts on its axis or that the solar system supports life, for all I care ( Read more... )

I've forgotten how intense unpeeling someone's layers can be; how hours upon hours of softly spoken telephone conversations fall into dreamless collapses of sleep edge into gorgeous spirals of daydreaming and a smile on my face that just won't quit.

Compliments I have given lately:

• If you didn't tell me about [something important], I would call you up all OH MY GOD YOU DON'T LOVE ME ANYMORE. And for a few minutes, you'd try to comfort me, but then you'd be like "uh, Erika, I never gave you this number."


• I like that you keep me company at fucked up hours of the morning. I may write you a ( Read more... )

( Why I journal about everything: particularly relationships. post transferred from a forum. )

If the last four years of my life were a jigsaw puzzle, there were various points I could've sworn I had it mostly assembled. I thought, at the very least, I had the picture on the front of the box that tells you where all the pieces are supposed to go ( Read more... )

Your mouth is twisted while mine spits fire. The hard knot in my abdomen inscribes the same angle as the quirk of your lips. I know my anger will do me no good, but I rage nonetheless.

Weak words wasted on uncomprehending minds: both yours and my own. I refuse to admit it to you, but I'm not even sure why I'm upset. The only knowledge I seem ( Read more... )

( I lust to be pivotal. )