July 2009
I was okay until I remembered what I was missing. This cut is too deep.
Not even the fanciest technology can replace what would have been.
“Kit Crawford is thinking about trading a rib to God for someone to snuggle with.”
– -Facebook status
(via aregeebee)
Heaven and Endless Part II (The Light In Our...
Lexington Circle > Mariscal Place
This is killer.
i think i’m going to be okay.
i hope we can grow closer,
because being your sister was never enough.
i’ve always wanted to be your best friend, too.
my heart…
hurts.
Farewells and Beginnings.
This is one of the tougher decisions I’ve had to make.
Head wants me to stay.
Something else says to go.
The latter has a stronger pull
Lack of motivation.
There is a calmed stillness here. There is a consistent clacking of keys, a wirring of CPUs, and the echo of clicking.
A working atmosphere, and yet I accomplish nothing.
Procrastination is my closest friend.
If I think about it long enough,
I always come back to the same conclusion.
So, the inner monologue rages on.
Will I be able to do this for a living?
Maybe I should stick with the career path my grades show I can handle.
Maybe my happiness is a reasonable price to pay in order to support myself.
Here, I have a tendency to feel inferior, though I’m growing quickly.
The future is hard to fathom, currently, when the future as I had once mapped out is growing weak around the edges.
Faded and...
The Brilliant Dance - Dashboard Confessional
This seems to define me, currently.
So this is odd,
the painful realization that all has gone wrong.
And nobody cares at all,
and nobody cares at all.
So you buried all your lover’s clothes
and burned the letters lover wrote,
but it doesn’t make it any better.
Does it make it any better?
And the plaster dented from your fist
in the hall where you had your first kiss
reminds...
I smell Asian food wafting in through the window.
A sweet, sweet stench that tears my stomach in half.
Don’t tell me it’ll be okay.
We both know it’s a lose-lose situation for me.
…
our parting
will be the worst
i’ve ever had to do.
you’re the best friend
i always wanted,
and didn’t have
until
i
m o v e d
here.
now, i’ll leave you
and every memory
that defined
myself
b
e
h
i
n
d
.
“Why, it’s a pleasure to meet ‘cha, you look like one incredible...”
“Rough vector? That sounds…dirtttyyyy.”
Myself: Elliott, are you Vegetarian?
Elliott: Yeah.
Myself: Cool, me too.
Sitka: Virgin?! Why did you just ask him if he was a virgin?
“I think I’d miss you, even if we’d never met.”
I love me some SCHUYLER DIX.
“Speak your mind, or tell the truth. It makes no difference, I’ve thought...”
– Baby, I Don’t Miss You At All; Rushmore Academy
I AM
sick
alone
tired
awkward
upset
saddened
bruised
searching
burnt out.
if i miss my comrades now,
how will i feel as the semester comes to a close?
i feel as if i had expected this.
i feel as if i had known the demise of my entire world.
i know this place,
i know this time.
i know you.
the world as i know it, is a lie.
here,
everyone smokes
everyone drinks.
sex is a game,
and STDs are
a mere figment of imagination.
foul language is exchanged often
cold glances chill my spine.
my small town,
is such a lie.
