And now I am 27.

I ride waves of discomfort
Warm and soft, they envelop me when I sink.
I ride waves of despair
They are unexplained turbulence, from time to time.
I explain to you patiently, your caution flag waving,
I’ve collapsed in the lake
and I can admire my wake.

Yes, I mean X. Or Happy Holidays, take your pick.

I'm finding it so hard to describe my feelings right now.

I don't just feel like laying down and sitting still...I feel like going backwards.

It's good that today is Sunday and that tomorrow is a holiday. I have two full days to get my head straight.

My brain exhausts me. I need to go to the psychiatrist and try some meds ( Read more... )

Straight A's again this semester. Score!

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Alright - here's the quick background. I wrote a poem called "I Say" back when I was like 17. My performer friend Lennon turned it into a song, but she changed a few words. This song sat on her "shelf" for years. She finally released this song on her new album that got released a month ago ( Read more... )

I found an old friend on MySpace today. I'm talking we were friends when I was in middle school. I messaged him and I really hope he messages back. I'm hopeful...what does it mean when I can't remember if we parted on good terms or bad? Am I really that volatile?