sigh ( Read more... )

i'm really in heaven right now. i can't stop thinking of him, dreaming of him... the way he holds me... makes me feel... complete utter happiness. he's perfection. handsome, sweet, funny, kind, brave, talented, and best of all, loving. he loves me and i love him and the world stops for one moment to smile at its accomplishment.

There's a place for us ( Read more... )

I'll grapple with you, pain.

love letters to the past

these are the things i want to tell you ( Read more... )

I feel okay tonight.

At least one night that I won't be crying myself to sleep.

Oh well, every little bit counts, I suppose.

I want to get away from this life ( Read more... )

I wish I knew how to stop being so angry, so pessimistic, so everything that makes up me. X's mom sent me some things that had been sent to their house, and she left a note inside that was like "you can keep getting stuff sent here... don't hesitate to keep in touch especially if we can ever help with anything." NO, FUCK YOU. why would i want ANY ( Read more... )

There are too many bridges in Europe. I'd discovered that by the time I got to Prague, and felt that way forever afterwards. There are too many bridges. Didn't architects ever consider how everyone else feels? Bridges were a temptation to a person like me. Bridges provided ideas, escapes that I both feared and desired ( Read more... )

I lied under my Christmas tree, waiting. The tree didn't provide much shelter. It was a three-foot, offensively plastic pine imitation that was adorned with about four unraveling red Christmas balls and a perpetually shedding string of tinsel. I'd put it up a few days after I'd gotten back to Princeton after Thanksgiving break, after the blowup ( Read more... )