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cosasqueson
(cosas que son. Look it up.)

Last night I thought about: under what circumstances am I better off lonely?
I came up with a few things, but I think that they were too specific.
Maybe all that means is that there are many circumstances in which it's better to be alone.
Maybe all that means is that I'm being too specific.
Because I'm too self centered.
And ghostly and gone

Shannon and Emily are both in town so I accompanied them to take their dogs to the park and then Shannon and I ate vegan pizza and made stencils. Mostly I talked to her and watched a movie while she made hers-- I wasn't really in a stencil-making kind of mood. And the whole thing was extremely, predictably strange because even though I spent the ( Read more... )

Maya is over, reading Self-Reliance. Every once in a while she looks up and reads a passage and I tell her how I don't really like transcendentalism because I'm an objectivist. And how existentialism may be an interesting life philosophy, but it's a stupid educational one for much the same reason. For a self-absorbed teenager and pseudo-artist, ( Read more... )

Last night was the first time in a long time that I had a nightmare, and really it was a very beautiful one. It's wasn't the kind where you wake up screaming and sweating (to be honest this has never happened to me)-- but it was the kind where feelings are appropriate to the images and all of the images after a while got to be the low ache dread ( Read more... )

And I can't really figure out why. Maybe I'm just more stressed out than usual-- normally I don't dislike people when I can't figure out exactly why I dislike them-- lately I've been accepting the opinions of others as an excuse to dust my dislike off out of storage even if neither of us can tell why this should be. I just think that I must not ( Read more... )

I really, really hate when members of my family try to talk to me right after I get home from school. I always want to read and they always try to talk to me anyway and get offended when I get annoyed and try to go back to what I was doing ( Read more... )

I called in this morning and explained that I'm not sick, but because I had something to do for school my parents literally wouldn't allow me to work. This was true ( Read more... )

When Maya played with her eyelids across the table from me and squished them together I told her that it looked pornographic but she didn't get it. I told her to do it with just one eye in the mirror and then compare it to other anatomy parts... Possibly something else that she could only see with a mirror. Honestly. It looked really dirty. So ( Read more... )

So. To You. I think (and I've expressed this suspicion) that you are either tormenting me or extremely oblivious, unless you actually would rather kiss me than eat broken glass [unlikely]In the meanwhile, eventualities such as evening are becoming manifest and you are not here. This has never happened before. This happens every day. My ( Read more... )