Monthly Archives: January 2013
Wanting
Relationships are confusing as fuck. And I might have a problem – I’m finding that I want what I don’t have, and once I have it, I don’t want it anymore. Or rather, I don’t want all the complications that … Continue reading
Tender Visions
No more tender visions No more pulsing hopes Because I must let you go I must sever the ropes Tying my heart to your name Going where you came Walking into my life An eye-blink ago When I didn’t now … Continue reading
You
You missed your shot you missed your turn, it’s a bitter lesson learned. He’ll take me out He’ll take you down, won’t let your memories around. You were then but he’s here now and so you’ll have to take a … Continue reading
Pack Animal
I miss the days of being a pack animal. Freshman year, when my friends and I would work on homework sets together, set out in a group to walk the corridor of Lake Avenue searching for dinner together, fill the … Continue reading
Lonely. Again.
I’m so fucking lonely. Somehow, I always seem to end up alone. I want to go to church, but I’m afraid that I’ll just get overwhelmed, sitting there on my own. Alone. With nobody else. I hate sitting there, surrounded … Continue reading
An Interminable Loneliness
I am interminably lonely. I have friends. Really, I do. But I feel like I’m always operating on a slightly different plane than they are, that we are somehow always separated, even if it’s only by a slight degree. I … Continue reading
Drop Dead Gorgeous: The Memoir
So. I wrote a memoir. I’m trying to make sense, to make meaning out of this daily fight for my survival. And words are my best weapon. So I’ve taken my weapon and loaded it with the amo of my … Continue reading
One Day
One day at a time. I must take things one day at a time. I ran out of medication and my pharmacy was unable to fill it for a few days, so I’m going through brain shocks like hell. Every … Continue reading
Trapped
I feel so trapped. Trapped in this body, trapped beneath this skin with its layers of fat underneath. I feel so huge. I feel like I’m exploding, spilling over with fat, incredibly pudgy and thick. I’m sure I’ve got love … Continue reading
Drop Dead Gorgeous 