I can't do anything.
I can't be anywhere or be everything to anyone.
My lungs are collapsing
And the air is getting thinner.
My heart is slowing
and cotton presses my skin from all sides.
I can't be anything
or anyone.
I can't be anywhere
or nowhere.

Don't ask. Just...don't ( Read more... )

"I want to put this piece in the student show. I love the colors. Should I submit it as illustration? Or Grahpic Design? What would you call it?"
"I call it art."
Tweety laughter.

...

I hate Digital Imaging.

Can anybody tell me

why I'm here in this place?
Am I earning my freedom or passing the time?

I hate winter
and school
and the fact that I don't have a job
and how I'm always sick all the time
and how few friends I have
and how little I want to see anyone
or do anything
and I hate being
so
fucking
negative

I opened up the window to post here on livejournal and there was one of those window's asking if I'd like to restore from saved draft. I said OK just to see what I had typed and then deleted and it was just this:

I still exist.

That sounds about right. That I thought of nothing else but that to type and questioned the very statement and then x-ed out ( Read more... )

Just so everyone knows: for privacy reasons, most of my posts are friends-only. If you have a livejournal, friend me so that you can read the bulk of my posts. The interesting ones.

How long has it been since my last post? Oh... don't bother checking. A long time.

I used to write in this because my head was all filled up with things I wanted to share ( Read more... )

Would exhaust me.

I'm exhausted.

So close

You are almost so close to me.

Why'd you do it?

You always liked your coffee milky milky white

I'll take it black, boy I'll take it
black

give me that bitter reality
I'll swallow every last drop

I don't have the taste for sugar
not anymore

not anymore.

( O' Sailor )