I turn to chapter fourteen and start to write your name. I'm listening to every song that ever made me think of you, slipping my hands into the emotional gloves I wear around you. I've wrote this part of the story before, twice before now ( Read more... )

I have to admit that I've been feeling a bit meaningless lately. I suppose that it's a possibility that I have too much time on my hands, and nothing substantial to do with that time. But it seems pretty sad that doing something I enjoy, such as merely watching anime, doesn't feel substantial to me. So than what is substantial? What could I do ( Read more... )

"I think I want to call someone ( Read more... )

Stitches or scars? I can't even begin to decide. I just want to make right, but given the circumstances I'm scared shitless to toss you those words. I can't let go of this ghost. I don't know what I ultimately want, but I'm fairly sure it's not what I used to. For one I can't afford it. For two you never could. I'm sorry. Here's nothing new ( Read more... )