November 2009
1 post
i am self-destructive.
i am scared. i’m watching myself make misery of my life. why can’t i let myself be happy? why must i thrive on negatives?
April 2009
2 posts
“And if you look a little closer, you’ll see that if a person believes that...”
“So may you find in each other what you came here for. And trust that this is...”
– i’m going to keep this. until it’s true.
February 2009
4 posts
i know it's wrong but
i really just want to push that button and disappear. forever.
i’m back there, in that dark place. i don’t see any light. it’s the one thing that i’ve never been able to accept, yet here i am contemplating it. wouldn’t that just end my legacy of hypocrisy perfectly? i try and see my future, but the fact is, i just don’t think there is one. i’m slipping away more each day, and no one...
i started to write you back
but then i realized how sad it made me. looking at my life, it’s all so bland and disappointing. where have all my dreams gone? somehow, i never follow through. how utterly pathetic. i have so much potential, and all i do is sit around waiting for something to happen. where’s the sense in that?
MISS. MISS. MISS.
i having a fit of the misses. i miss everything and everyone. UGH. why do i always create these distances?
The Bird
storyaday:
“Why are you so sad?” the bird asked.
“I don’t know…” The girl made herself look away. “Maybe I’m just having a bad day.”
“Is this about the berries?”
“Why would it be about the berries?”
The bird fluttered his wings. “That’s why I’m asking. I told you, the seeds were perfectly fine.”
“But they weren’t what you asked for.”
“I don’t care about that. I don’t. I’m happy just...
January 2009
4 posts
“I’m reading. I’m writing. Very little will coax me out of the shell I’m...”
– random post from the tumblr world that i found. when i read it, i realized that this is exactly what i’m doing. just replace writing with watching inordinate amounts of LOST.
i’m so lonely. but all i want to be is alone.
the truth of the matter
we live with ourselves day in and day out, but somehow, that image in the mirror can still be fuzzy. such is the case for me. to be utterly cliche, i’m still trying to figure out me. who i am: my reactions, my emotions, my dreams, my hopes, my perceptions, my brain, and my heart.
how can it be there we are such a person and can at times be completely unaware of ourselves?
i’ve come...
“strangers” -golden smog
we’re...