August 2009
4 posts
i came to a realization today. and it made me a bit sad. i don’t quite know what to do with it.
remember when you were younger, and you’d do some kind of crayon drawing, and your parents would complement it and put it on the fridge? or maybe they had you in art classes, or maybe they just let you figure it out, but weren’t they always encouraging?
my parents were never like...
i don’t dream anymore.
July 2009
3 posts
completely numb right now.
its the most horrible feeling in the world.
i need something or someone to snap me out of this. to grab me by the neck and squeeze and shake till im blue.
to remind me that i’m fucking alive.
June 2009
79 posts
“i hold with those who favor fire”
“Have you ever met someone, the opposite sex, and they are so much like you? You...”
and with that, i give up.
i derive barely any satisfaction from this anymore. i almost just do it because i feel compelled.
and i hate myself for it.
Gone, she’s goneHow do you feel about itThat’s what I thoughtYou’re real torn up about itAnd I wish you the bestBut I could do without itAnd I will, because you’ve worn me downOh, I will, because you’ve worn me down Worn me down like a road I did everything you told Worn me down to my knees I did everything to please But you can’t stop thinking about her ...
you helplessly watch your child drown from afar.
you make love on an air mattress.
you put in an honest day’s work.
you debate led zep vs. the stones.
you buy a ticket to jacksonville.
you watch as your father cleans up the bloody nose he gave you.
you feel the overwhelming guilt of your child’s death. so does she.
you are reminded of her eyes.
you cheat on her.
you know she...