Well.. It's been a long time since I've really written anything. It seems like lately I've been doing a lot of talking instead. Or a lot of just... narrating in my head.

Kristin's in my life now. Something that I'm endlessly thankful for. Sometimes I don't feel good enough for her, though. She just seems too good to even be real. One of my favorite ( Read more... )

  The girl stood, leaning against the scratchy bricks of a building. She took a long drag from her cigarette and held the smoke in her lungs. She slowly released it through her lips, and admired the shapeless wisps as they danced until they disappeared. Ruffling her hair, she dropped the cig to the ground and crushed it beneath the toe of her boot ( Read more... )

  You stand up in a room you don’t recognize. The walls are high, made of a dark grey concrete. They look thick and solid. You feel trapped for a second before you realize that there are five archways that are equally spaced, leading to pitch-black pathways. You’re startled for a minute, realizing that the only way to get out is through the dark. ( Read more... )

I think somewhere along the line, we stopped being best friends and started being... Something else.

I feel like you're using me. I feel like fucking screaming.

You say some of the most awful,hurtful things to me. And do you even notice that it bothers me? I doubt it. And if you did, you're a horrible friend for still saying things like that.

Me: I  ( Read more... )

I've told myself that I would dedicate time every day to writing now. I've been successful for the past 4 days, keeping most of it in a notebook, and I've wondered how it would be different to write here. On Livejournal...

Things with the best friend are okay right now. I think. She's still acting a little weirdly. And she keeps bringing up that I  ( Read more... )

So…

Newsflash! My best friend is being confusing. Again.

I currently feel INCREDIBLY used by her.

So she wanted to go to Wal*Mart. And didn’t want to impose upon me and my time in order to have a ride there. So she was going to take the bus with her roommate. Because I had already said that I didn’t have anything that I needed. About 10 minutes after ( Read more... )

New years. I was always taught that it was a time of excitement, celebration, and reflection on your past actions. I'm looking back at this year and I've realized that I really don't like how this past year went. I don't understand why a lot of it happened. I lost so many friends. I don't know if it was because if my own actions or because of ( Read more... )

Today I looked at my friend's blog. She's someone I haven't talked to in about two months. I'm not even sure why I decided to look for her blog in the first place. I guess I thought that maybe it'd give me some insight as to what she's been thinking lately.

I read a few entries and decided, selfishly, to look to see if there was anything written ( Read more... )

It's been 7 years since I looked at my mother's face. 7 long ass years since I talked to her, heard her voice. 7 years of staring at myself in the mirror wondering what she would think, if she'd even approve. 7 years isn't that long, right? Less than half my life. Lucky number 7...

I still can't really believe it's been that long. I remember the ( Read more... )

( Angsty poetry ahead... )