May 29, 2005 13:16
wither away, comfort. i don't need you.
the sun has been my savior lately.... stretching out and being a laze-about in the grass yesterday is most likely the best thing i've done in months.
i really need to get out of the house today. enjoy the grey before the sun comes back... i still enjoy me some grey days.
what thoughts and solutions and words can i even form that haven't already been invented and expelled from my brain? there are a million dead ends, and i'm discovering and rediscovering each one, over and over.
repetitiveness is growing tiresome.
everything is extremely unsettling.
chaotic disorder caught me by surprise.
whatever is going on is killing my creativity. i can't even write coherent thoughts anymore... i think i might be on the way out.
i'm actually ninety two years old....i just never told you guys. i used a lot of night cream.
what? who the fuck just said that?
xoxo.tracey.