remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now

Wed, 16 Sep 2009 04:49:13 GMT

goodbye.

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 08:03:33 GMT

There is something beautiful about broken glass and the tiny visions it creates. For instance, the glass from that shattered beer bottle told me there was a twenty-dollar bill hidden in the center of an ant pile. I buried my arms elbow-deep in the ants but all I found was a note that said Some people will believe in anything. And I laughed.

I’m okay.

Tue, 30 Jun 2009 16:47:44 GMT

Whole worlds take place in my head while you sleep beside me. The earth heaves, sighs, shudders. Its oceans make waves, silent, deadly. The soil bleeds.
And you sleep.

Waiting for an answer, knowing it won’t come. or that it’s already there.

eat black things.

Thu, 25 Jun 2009 01:45:51 GMT

new eyes.
i am tired. i walk down hallways and everything is a blur closing in on me and i feel sick.

when will i be done.

Wed, 20 May 2009 18:41:25 GMT

what's the difference between pushing bad thoughts out of your mind, and avoidance?

someone tell me please.

Fri, 08 May 2009 05:04:50 GMT

i'm going to start writing letters to myself. maybe i'll be more honest.

this feeling keeps building up inside of me, like heat, like pressure, like hurt. and i have to breathe in deep, tell it to stop.

i just want to be okay.

i know this is my thing, but do i really have to be alone?
when you are a danger to self or others.

Mon, 04 May 2009 22:09:58 GMT

I feel like I'm finally in control of my emotions,
but really I feel like I'm hiding from them, ignoring them, trying to make them go away.

The thing is, I'm afraid. Afraid that if I think too long, too hard, too deeply about anything, it'll be too much. I won't be able to take it.

And I don't want to be in that place again.

Sat, 02 May 2009 16:42:47 GMT

I have this urge to purge parts of my life... people, things, parts of me. Which is problematic; I always do this.

I don't write anymore. I feel like I can't. There's no inspiration, no connection, it's just... there.

I feel like I can't have all of these parts at once.

Sun, 08 Mar 2009 04:16:39 GMT

my heart keeps breaking over and over again.
it's not made for this.

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 00:38:41 GMT

i'm constantly disappointed with a world that doesn't surprise me.

Thu, 26 Feb 2009 06:03:44 GMT

so in this show called charmed there are these people who are whitelighters and they are able to heal and feel and one time this girl temporarily became a whitelighter and she was able to feel but all she felt was the pain of the world and she couldn't control it and she couldn't take it and sometimes

i feel like i'll forget that it's worth it.

Fri, 20 Feb 2009 06:40:45 GMT

am i being stupid?

i feel like i'm going to get hurt and i don't want to get hurt but i can't stop it.

Thu, 12 Feb 2009 06:07:32 GMT

my heart hurts a little bit and i can't help but think that
this is a bad sign.

like that lump in my chest. like i thought "well maybe i'm being stupid, paranoid" and so i did nothing and so what if this is like that, but.
the lump went away. so it was okay.

last time.

Sat, 07 Feb 2009 05:07:06 GMT

it feels like my life is a sequence of events of which my existence has no effect. like i'm an outsider, looking in.

i want to connect.
or maybe i don't. maybe i just want somebody outside with me.

Thu, 05 Feb 2009 03:50:51 GMT

when you hold everything in
it feels like

no one knows you

just ignore me.

Mon, 29 Dec 2008 03:24:40 GMT

and this is when it becomes a problem. because when the select few people you've chosen to keep around aren't there, you're fucked. you're alone.

i can't take this anymore.
if i could leave i would.
all i have left is my head.

people always leave people are never there. and i know not to listen to my head, but.

i need you and i don't know when i stopped knowing how to say these things.

Mon, 29 Dec 2008 01:10:06 GMT

sometimes i look at the ceiling and hope that when i look back down i'll be gone.

Wed, 24 Dec 2008 04:11:29 GMT

i want to start over.

i need to touch it.

Fri, 12 Dec 2008 16:30:57 GMT

i found old journals, old me's.

she says i'm just lost. but it's not just just but maybe i am. because i don't know what to make of all this past. this past that was once so real, that fades. until later you don't know what you were thinking, can't recognize the person who wrote it. but it's your handwriting so it had to be you.

and here you are again, so it had to be you.

There are moments when you feel a certain emotion so intensely it pervades your entire being. Affects you physically, makes you want to die just so the pain will stop.
And it does, always. Maybe after a night of forgetting, but eventually the feeling becomes a distant memory. Until you can't remember it, can't even imagine how real, how deep it was. How all you could do was cry until numbness, thought that was all you'd ever know.
You can't even imagine.
...but it was there, wasn't it?
And so. As real as it was, as real as right now is... how real is anything, ever?

and you. you're inconsistent, unaccountable for one moment to the next, so how can you know if this is real if this will stay if this will last? and so maybe you are lost. because you've changed so much but maybe you haven't changed at all. and all you need is someone to tell you that this is real, that this is real.

Wed, 10 Dec 2008 14:57:52 GMT

i'm disappointed. that's all.

people always leave. even when they don't, they do. and so maybe it's that i push people away having this mindset, but it's supposed to be that you won't leave no matter what. no matter what.
but you will.

and i thought i changed. but i guess i'll never change, either.

Wed, 10 Dec 2008 03:45:01 GMT

i need to get out of here.

i miss me.

Mon, 08 Dec 2008 07:40:16 GMT

thinking is all i do but it doesn't seem to be enough lately, because i've forgotten to stop.

in all of the faces there is only one who knows me, and another whose face i'm starting to make out.
this thought. that you don't know me,
maybe this is why sometimes i feel so very alone.

i'm tired of searching.
stop.

Wed, 19 Nov 2008 18:08:18 GMT

soon this won't be my life anymore. soon i don't know what my life will be anymore.

Wed, 01 Oct 2008 06:35:57 GMT

if she were only one amid a sea of faces, would i recognize her? would i miss her?

i know these things about myself, but there is nothing i can do. except.
all in time.

i need a sign, guidance... something.

Tue, 02 Sep 2008 08:17:27 GMT

When your brain does not feel like a foreign creature anxious to burst free you have no idea how grateful you feel to just be.

so today is a good day, hugs for everyone.

I love you even though maybe sometimes I don’t act like it. It’s just that I feel... so much. That at times it’s unbearable and I don’t know what to do, what I can do other than feel. And so I don't understand why I refrain from showing love. I don't know why "love" scares me.

I just hope you know.