I am going away now. Goodbye.

I feel empty and angry as of late. I've been sleeping thirteen hours; in approximately nine hour shifts.

When I was in ninth grade my best friend Gwen told me she loved me. When I was in ninth grade my best friend Gwen told me she loved me and asked if maybe I loved her back.

"The printed line, after all, is so orderly and chaste, so chronologically determined- that is, the reader is obliged to read line by line, page by page, in sequence; very unlike the visual image, which assaults the eye out out of nowhere, in a manner of speaking, with no preparation, and no power over the viewer to demand from him more than a ( Read more... )

My hair is jazzercizing this morning, vertically.

The eleven hours of sleep last night didn't seem to reawaken any sort of emotional foreground.

You are beautiful. The whole world is beautiful, this whole fucking world is teeming, crawling with an insatiable brilliance.

I wish a owned a nice dress.

I hate chemistry right now.

Oh man. I just really want to reach people today, speak to them, run my hands along their arms, look at their artwork, read their poetry ( Read more... )

I bought an old polaroid camera ($4) at the Cancer Society Thrift Shop this morning- only I can't figure out how work it properly ( Read more... )

This week has been terrible. Today is especially bad. Although, I'm almost halfway through Catcher in the Rye and feeling a little less abrasive, so that's a good sign ( Read more... )

I try to remind myself not to listen to sad songs on repeat, although sometimes that proves to be very difficult. Today I ate alone at the Sunlight Cafe (Huevos Picantes ( Read more... )

Loretta Lux"What then is truth? A mobile army of metaphors, metonyms, and anthropomorphisms -- in short, a sum of human relations, which have been enhanced, transposed, and embellished poetically and rhetorically, and which after long use seem firm, canonical, and obligatory to a people: truths are illusions about which one has forgotten that is ( Read more... )