"I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want.  I can never train myself in all the skills i want.  And why do I want?  I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.  And I am horribly limited."
-Sylvia Plath

is this a real problem? like in third grade, when you think someone likes you, you're probably right that they like you. if you think there's something wrong, a real problem, isn't there? is this level of questioning normal? will anything that 'helps' really help?

thanks for this sunday's postsecret...

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hm.

i've listened to only arcade fire for approximately the past 1 1/2 weeks...a total of 12 times per album. at least that's what my itunes says. who knows about how many times on cd in the boys' new apartment or jason's car. i guess i'm excited ( Read more... )

i understand people less and less the more that i get to know them.  the stagnation that i find surprises me. and apparently, people dont obsess about the past the way that i do. is that strange? i never thought so. maybe its the pack-rat/hoarder blood in me, but i cant ever let go. i never have. i had this problem when i was abroad.  i lived ( Read more... )

im not creative anywhere except on the internet. and maybe sometimes, in my head, when im trying to sleep, and getting more and more into a migraine state of mind. oxymoronic ( Read more... )

i mean really. i dont type anything anymore, ive almost forgotten how. i am ridiculously out of practice. and unconnected. i hardly use my computer.

i have less and less to say, because i think about less and less every day. i dont let myself think. it hurts.

and im vapid and lonely.

as such.

it has been almost a year since i have written anything in here.

coincidentally, this is my 365 +1st post.

i like the year-ago myself better than the today myself.

typical.

i like distracitons. thats pretty much what my whole life is. who wants to actually live out those 'big plans' we all make for us. i envy you. i'd love to escape. hell, we could live together. but ( Read more... )

is nothing. a blink of an eye. damn my eyes.

"far away [no]body read the letter" yep yep yep.

enough.