( Under the rug )

( Leaving Town )

Some days, all the effort in the world isn't enough to stop you from thinking about the people you loved.

( opens her eyes )

A certain malaise today, though no concrete reason for it. Something inside me wants to have this conversation out, wherever it leads, with someone who takes it in places other than the ones I'm thinking about. I usually avoid telling anyone anything, but sometimes the censor lets it by, and I find myself talking and wondering if the person even ( Read more... )

( Bon voyage )

*sigh*

( everything )

Sleep doesn't come easy. There's no point in crying about things. And the song resounds in my ears, sounding so calm and reasonable, but nothing is like that really. Over the last couple of weeks, I've realized that somewhere along the way I dropped a lot of bad personal and relationship habits, but I also lost some relationships. I guess there ( Read more... )

I suppose I'll be quasi-'normal' and mention what I did today. I walked down the Parkway (thank you Flash bus for being MIA) to meet up with D and B-factor at the Dali exhibit. An amateur photographer on the Rocky stairs asked to take my picture. Now on its fourth month, the exhibit is still so crowded that patrons pass through in a queue, as ( Read more... )

I worked a little on my future today. Let's hope it's not too late. Hope - such a strange concept, and I become more faithless every day ( Read more... )

I eat my way through a bottomless bag of dried mango slices as I loop through my Matchbox 20 CD from eighth grade. The phone rings, I check who it is and toss the receiver to the ground, into the tangle of wires. My own face, in colored plaster, stares at me at an angle from its position atop my CD case, and I can't think about it or me. I smell ( Read more... )