I tasted sex and fire and sugar on his lips. I tasted life. I breathed his breath and took in his scent and in one instant, for one instant, there was nothing else. There was everything ( Read more... )

You make me want to run away from life. Hide out in these blankets that tangle between my limbs so soothingly. Let time slip by ( Read more... )

Why am I here? I have endless empty pages, empty lines, waiting for me to fill them with my life and my delusions, waiting for me to kiss the binding and pretend that it's enough to hold everything back ( Read more... )

Nearly two years ( Read more... )

How many years has it been since I touched this thing? Facebook became the outlet to my random thoughts, but it never fit. My friends and family complained about how cryptic I was. It's my fault; I write secretly looking for a response. For a response that is worth my words. A response that will make me look up from my life and see someone else ( Read more... )

I'm impatient, but happy ( Read more... )

I am sick ( Read more... )

I have a strong self-hatred that I have never been unwilling to admit ( Read more... )

I believe the death of my Live Journal usage has come ( Read more... )

I'm not yet willing to accept this, but I am willing to work my fucking ass off.

The chaos is dark and deep and occasionally it washes over my head and it tastes like the emptiness of death.

I'm scared that this is as that was. That perhaps I really did know, all along, what was going to happen. That I wasn't going to come back. Perhaps that was ( Read more... )