Oh, I LOVE REGINA SPEKTOR. She makes me think of the winter which I both hate and love and brings back super, super awkward times (yikes, hookups...) but also really rockin' times (night of ME!). Urr. I slept through Lit Crit today because I've been sickies. Gross. Sickies. What a terrible word. But I think I've finally got some good sleep, so let' ( Read more... )

I am shrinking away to nothing I AM laying on this bed listening to Amnesiac I AM listening to Radiohead I AM laying under the green covers on the humid sheets I AM staring out the window and pretending all I can see is green trees green trees I AM losing flesh too much at a time all of it shredding away flying away I AM holding my hipbones like ( Read more... )

The problem isn't that I'm totally lost. That's just it. I'm not totally lost, shipwrecked, gone gone gone, and I'm not totally together. My bed is this tiny little boat floating in the bog of my room. I mean, it's not that hard to go to the door and leave and it's not that hard to stay on the mattress with the panda and my newspaper and pillows ( Read more... )

Franny: A good man is hard to find, but a good paer isn't hard to write if yr Carmen!

Oh my God I am so cracked out on antibiotics it is insaaaaane. Franny, these are the good times. Swear to fucking god. The good times may be hard to find, but yr mom isn't!

SNAP!

My mom almost died of good men

That's not funny.

Franny: ehhahdsasdf.

I wonder what my fucked up lungs look like. I imagine they're like paper and way too fluttery for their own good. Or maybe like juice boxes compressing. Time for inhaler and pink pill. Puff puff puff ( Read more... )

I am such a fucking good liar, sometimes I fool myself.

(I am dead now.)

I had so many words. But they couldn't come out. So I went down without air. Now my chest hurts.