While I am twisted with longing for answers, I am desperate to know what the questions are ( Read more... )

I spun a backyard dandelion between my thumb and forefinger, sitting on the grey stairs of the porch. I watched him change the ancient wiper blades. I studied the crack in the windshield and his shoulders. I touched the white milkblood stem to my tongue ( Read more... )

IMMEDIATELY upon finishing the previous entry, a pipe in the kitchen ceiling from the upstairs bathroom promptly burst.

At least it's not all in my head. The sky is actually falling.

Maybe I best just stick with bailing.

I looked all over my room for my paper journal, the one I started after I finished the one I started in 2007 when I was in the hospital, but I couldn't find it and so I am here out of some kind of desperation. I am the kind of sour and disillusioned and crooked-minded that I can only seem to crawl out of when I trap it on paper and close it in a ( Read more... )

I just went back and individually changed the privacy settings of seven years of LJ entries ( Read more... )