I hardly write anymore and I'm terrified that I'm growing old.

One week. I'm not so excited.

A violin, "The Shepherd's Dog," anything Sarah Silverman, and some rollerblades. That's it. I'm not feeling very materialistic these days.

I've been doing cartwheels lately.

I took pictures today for the first time in ever. I won't post them here, as they're already on my Myspace. Yes, my Myspace ( Read more... )

I want to fuck him so bad.

Moving moving moving moving moving moving.

I can't find my fucking pen.

Man, sometimes this curiosity just gets to me and I'm overwhelmed with the strongest urges to start talking to him again. Just start talking - say anything. More likely, spill out some horribly unsophisticated, insipid joke that he probably wouldn't even remember as being one of ours in a feeble attempt to show him that I haven't entirely forgotten ( Read more... )

Today is my best friend's birthday again. It feels like it came around so soon. Three weeks ago was the two year anniversary of her death, and today is the day she would've been entirely legal and I would've nagged her into getting drunk with me and it would've been our first time ever drinking together. But since she had to be a jerk and die I'll ( Read more... )

I agonize over crooked rugs and dusty furnishings and to this day it's done me no good. Sometimes I slip into this trance-like state when someone's talking to me and all I can think is, "The spacing between those candles is all off," or something to that effect and by the time I realize I've stopped paying any attention to whomever I'm speaking to ( Read more... )

Sometimes everything goes white and all of a sudden I'm standing there alone wondering what the hell I'm doing. How is it even possible that I'm still here existing when they're gone. How is it that I can smile and laugh and clean the kitchen and wash my hair and get angry and none of it has anything to do with them ( Read more... )