more of a monologue, really ( Read more... )

backdates across October, '01 (and one in July). as promised. some of them unlabeled at the time of writing, and so they're just stuck there with the rest.

I'm not done yet, but I'm tired, and it feels unburdening to at least get those done. lots of fuel for the fire, later. Then maybe I'll trail salt along the ground.

I gazed at Angela, and I just felt icky. I wanted to be the guy again who could have a crush on her, defy the fantasy, emotional consequences considered. Now I felt I just knew too much.
There's a note on my counter. Stop blaming the devil for your own downfall. We both fell from grace. Take responsibility for your own actions. From the ( Read more... )

I severed all contact, and I prefer it that way. She died to me. simple. And baby, I'm a walking dead ( Read more... )

I don't know where this is supposed to be, but I found this note in my wallet, and I am going to burn it. the note, not the wallet. I will consider backdating, but I most likely will not follow through.

2/9/05
15:08
Dearest Zane ( Read more... )

ready for sleep. might just get eight hours, which is good. will feel tired from waking earlier than usual, but sacrifices bring blessings ( Read more... )

got kidnapped by some vampyres. left my car in the parking deck. But I am home ( Read more... )

He smiles slightly and softly sighs with her.

I love you today, and I am breathless for a moment.

There is something horribly wrong with some speakers of the Mexican language ( Read more... )

What's the best way to ask someone, "Did I do anything to piss you off?"

A few months ago Logan assured me, "Zane, I think it's safe to say that nobody in Nashville is pissed at you."

I just need to be reminded every once in a while.

Isn't that called paranoid schizophrenia in most parts of the world?