January 2011
3 posts
the constant struggle with the self
It’s kind of late, but I totes can’t sleep (and I just used “totes” for the sake of using totes, but I think it’s becoming a bad habit). I hear girls yelling outside as I type this. It’s not a very interesting conversation, mostly giddy laughter and drunken slurs. I need to compose something raw.
As I look at my wrists and arms, I can’t help but notice...
thoughts of 1/8/11
It’s been a year since “the” break-up. When did that happen? It’s amazing how much I have changed in the past year. What a wonderful dark, dark year. Life is so weird.
On a darker note, I am freaking out about the future, like always, I guess. I just want to move away for awhile, for the summer. I want to spend the summer elsewhere—Seattle, Colorado, Minneapolis,...