1. I still can breathe right. It is literally an effort to force air into my lungs and I sound like I'm about to keel over and die any second, which made like four people in the elevator edge away from me today, and pretty keeps freaking out anyone who  talks to me on the phone.
2.  I missed two days of classes. As with most college classes, I have ( Read more... )

oh-nine/ninteen/oh-eight

I.

Grass is always wet.

No sign of stars this morning.

I need a shower.

II.

These walks mean nothing.

They can’t make him real again.

Yet, I still hear him.

III.

A funnel of leaves.

He grips my hand tight in his

and we ride it out.

IV.

He won’t remember.

It is dark for me alone.

I hate ( Read more... )

 You know what? I seriously hate my life right now.

I know that I'm a lucky girl, ok? I do. I get it. I have a roof over my head and a bed to sleep in and food to eat and money for important things like college and  people who love me and I'm not exactly dying, so life, really, is pretty goddamned good for me, right?

Then why doesn't it feel that ( Read more... )