February 2010
20 posts
eh eh.
my health is slowly deteriorating.
i don’t know what it is about this place, but i can’t seem to stop being sick.
is it a trade-off? health and piece of mind? i can’t seem to ever find the two together.
i never would have stayed, though. it’s an easier decision than i ever thought it would be, choosing which i would sacrifice.
maybe i was looking for perspective...
January 2010
13 posts
rewind.
my vocal chords are failing me.
i wish i had a ridiculous story to accompany and explain this, but unfortunately such is not the case.
it occurred to me recently that it’s not so hard to be comfortable anywhere. the real hard part is cutting yourself enough slack to actually be able to achieve some sort of peace of mind.
i’m not sure if this even makes sense to me.
i'm waiting for winter to be over.
so maybe we can move on to some different dreams.
i’m convinced that all mascaras are exactly the same, just packaged in different colored tubes.
sing, little box
Don’t let sleep overtake you
The world’s awake within you
In your four-sided emptiness
We turn distance into nearness
Forgetfulness into memory
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i’m itching for my keys, for the road, and for a half open window.
it’s not even that i want to leave, or that i want to be somewhere else, i guess i just like the distance. it’s a hard addiction to feed, having somewhere to go.
i won’t ever be able to explain it..
do i still believe in love?
that’s not even the question i need to answer. i think we all used...
helen keller was a communist.
how easily can we really see people?
i’m in such a small, confined space, comparatively. but i’m not trying to escape. maybe that’s the difference. maybe, for once, i’m not trying to move on before i’m already settled.
my fish keeps almost dying. or, pretending to be dead. it’s unsettling, all i wanted to do was change the water.
the relevance of that is...
new.
i finally finished decorating my room.
taking a step back and looking what i’ve chosen to hang up, it’s made me realize that i’ve been on the wrong path for way too long. the things i was to look at, the moments i want to see and remember every day of my life, shouldn’t i be trying to create more like them?
i have mass amounts of polaroid pictures from 2007. how is it...
hold on,
i’ll come through for you, i promise.
sometimes i wish i would stop wasting my time. but, then again, i’m not even sure what constitutes a waste anymore.
transitions.
they’re really never what you think they’re gonna be, are they?
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absolutely. completely. had it.
i don’t know how to make anybody understand my frustrations when the entire world seems to be suffering from denial.
i’ve been counting down days for so long that i’ve actually started to like math. it can’t come quickly enough.
to think, of all the places i’ve been in my life. i’ve never been sorry to come home. when...
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a year in review
i’ve been procrastinating this.
isn’t it funny how sometimes we get everything we ever wanted in the worst possible way?
i don’t think being optimistic about the start of another year is something i’m capable of anymore. it’s just another day, another hour, another minute closer to when we don’t have to count anymore. am i really going to make myself a...