I won't hurt you. Promise.

Before I felt like a whole lot like Ophelia.

But lately I feel more like motherfucking Éponine.

You, intense, haunted, once raised my eyes to the stars ( Read more... )

I used to think I'd be something, you know. No matter what, I'd be something, some defined thing, not nothing. First I wanted to be the cool teacher who convinced you that yeah, it'd be terribly beautiful and romantic if you killed yourself at sixteen, but really, you should stick around. Then I thought I'd be a poet, so even though that's useless ( Read more... )

You may have noticed lately that I am increasingly unimpressed with people, mainly how selfish and self-centred and egotistical they can be ( Read more... )

Poetry is meaningless.

My life is meaningless.

Don't you see how perfect we are for each other.

My father is one of the lowest, basest, most revolting life forms on the planet. Truly. Truly. This is not some melodramatic teenage complaint. This is so much more serious than that. And then to ask me about it. My goodness gracious. I am no genius but I am smarter than that and he should be too ( Read more... )

And I'm sorry.

Yesterday was probably one of the worst days of my life, next to March 15, 2005. Though it's been pretty bad the past couple of days anyhow.

i. Wednesday was basically forced into giving my number to Creepy Black Guy, who has called me three times in one day and came back to the Wal-Mart looking for me.
ii. Got a speeding ticket for driving really ( Read more... )

ETA: Omg so like, everybody go read Rome!fic by the lovely nokomis305! Go on...it's Octavia/Octavian, you know you love it. :D

( right so here be annoyance )