sleeping in the basement is like living in my own isolated world ( Read more... )

would it even matter if I were sorry ( Read more... )

the rain is tapping my window so rhythmically ( Read more... )

a year ago he writes
forever in my memory
every You directed at me

forgive my conceit, but your comments are deceitfully cruel.
dirty old man.

a reflection on a documentary watched in class today ( Read more... )

no sense. no sense. no sense. right ( Read more... )

so irritated. irritable. fuck, goddamnit. doesn't make sense, don't know him ( Read more... )

sometimes the silence settles over my brain, stifling and bitter cold like a layer of snow ( Read more... )

no higher purpose, no meaning ( Read more... )

chess and zombies. late-night phone calls. pudding.