Another message to Chris, another absent response. God only knows why I reach out to him, but in reality, I know why too. We were close, really close. I would like the closeness to become a friendship because it failed as a relationship. And Chris isn't someone like Jovannie. Jovannie I was enamored with only to now realize how painfully different ( Read more... )

I can't help but to think about this person so. fucking. much.

I'm going to start writing in this again, regardless if anyone actually reads it.

I hate the fact that 9/10 out of every job I am capable of getting feels like it will really depress me.

I just long for rainy days in London and Berlin. I've been in Portland so long I'm numb to it.

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livejournal is dead. 

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i, by all means can't live here any more...

every single human being around me seems to be disappointed in me, while simultaneously not actually giving a shit about mei virtually can please no one ( Read more... )

The eldest princess was followed out of the bedroom by Prince Vasily. He staggered as far as the divan on which Pierre was sitting and fell onto it, covering his eyes with his hand. Pierre noticed he was pale and his lower jaw was jerking and shuddering feverishly ( Read more... )

Silence is argument carried out by other means.some of my closest friendships are going down the tube ( Read more... )

I have called you children, I have called you son ( Read more... )