my life is actually a bigger problem that i thought ( Read more... )

but i, i live outside this world of people in love
or thinking they are in love
or pretending they are in love

i hate dreams

grim morning. i had something to say but now i can't remember. i had dreams about so many things last night. i had a dream that i was going to get married. it was actually a good dream.
nostalgia is the world's cruelest invention. i wish that i felt nothing for the past.

we defined misanthrope. it hurt.

maybe things can't be good, or any better. maybe this is the way it will always be. i've spent a very long time thinking that things will be better later (when vacation begins, when the week ends, when something happens) but they never really are, so i suppose... i suppose something impossible to word. it is a hard thing, to really accept. it ( Read more... )

last night i dreamt of dying people in auditoriums and little sisters and lots of paint. red, yellow. sad day...i just removed the polish from three of my fingers only to run out of remover and not be able to find more. so now i have three unpainted fingers and seven chipped ones. and i am failing at things.
i am all out of observations.

sadness is a silent thing

sometimes i wish i were really flexible and could put my leg up behind my head or something, but then i realize that it wouldn't be all that satisfying ( Read more... )

home
home improvement
daydreams
sleep
attempt to change the channel
static
sleep
no dreams

today is a sort of decision day for me. i know that is from a book but i cannot remember which one. decision day...
"i'm sorry that sometimes i'm mean" - kimya