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...