Life has become a post-apocalyptic scene ( Read more... )

There might be quite the speculation of this group, in which I am not allowed to place a personal snippet. I will probably have to wait until morning to share how uncomfortable being in that house was, and how also comfortable it was tonight.

I am 24 years old and just found a nice spot to live with my boyfriend, Tim and my cat, All-Ball. I am a server at Wildside BBQ in downtown Orlando. I am preparing for and patiently awaiting the end.

I remember being 19 and 20. I remember how happy life was, how carefree I felt, how friendly I was to everybody. Back then, I couldn't work out in my head why older women, mid-20's and up had it out for us younger chicks so bad. Well, I get it now. Because after a man breaks a woman's heart, the first place he goes to feel better is into the arms ( Read more... )

...the turn of events that occurs immediately after heartbreak. The whole routine you had before is shattered. So where do you go from here? Walk to bars close to home late at night to become obliterated. Go Eternal Sunshine on the whole thing. Because staying at home, where you last held each other, is completely unbearable.

So, I know it's going to sound a little bold, but I think I'm ready to call Orlando home. Not that I don't want to leave and live in many different parts of the world, but that this is the place I would like to always come back to. Mainly, I think it's the people I know here. I also like the fact that the city isn't too big, and that I can go down ( Read more... )

Having a glass of wine with myself, by myself, getting to know myself.

Hello, self.

Going to live alone again soon. I'm pretty sure that it's just the beginning of a very long end, even if he denies it and tells me he still loves me. I know the love is fleeting fast from him, even before he does. It feels like the first time I saw my love slipping. Strange how all heartbreaks feels like the first one, even though each love feels ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about objectivity a lot lately.
How to gauge when the appropriate time is to place self, and to recede.
And how we've got it all backwards, you know?
We involve ourselves where it's unnecessary, and we withdraw ourselves in matters that are worth a damn.

Things that I haven't felt in a while, all came back in one blistering moment through a song and through a man that my grown-up has fallen in love with.
But I'm like a child.
Things are in a way that you might not see.
But yeah you hold me like a child.
I go backwards tonight, I cry and I hold myself like a child.