January 2011
21 posts
_ Count on me, you said. i’m sorry. I’ve wavered. not now. you didn’t. Grateful i am. thank you. All you’ve ever wanted was to kiss me. Right by me you’ve stood tall, Even when i didn’t appreciate you. Tossed you aside, kicked you, Thought you were trash. Even now, you hold my hand. ‾
Butterflies. Not the good kind.
My hearts in my throat, beating away. I’m alive. I don’t like it.
I feel sick. Down, down, down.
I need a smoke. I need a chain. I need a shot. Or ten. Or more.
Everythings different now. (Or is it?) I told myself it would be. It feels different.
Can I follow through? Or is my resolve that weak?
It’s probably that weak. Fuck probably.
And...
Koyaanisqatsi.
Wake, drive, school, sleep, school, drive, sleep.
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SSRIs.
Redundant, but:
“Basically, I’m for anything that gets you through the night - be it prayer, tranquilizers or a bottle of Jack Daniel’s.”
- Frank Sinatra
of Montreal - Heimdalsgate Like a Promethean Curse
I finally told my mom this morning. She cried because she felt so bad for me. I remembered why I didn’t want to tell her.
I'm the one fighting, not you, not you, and not...
I just watched The Fighter, and a couple of things:
I think it’s probably one of my favorite movies.
I really miss the intimacy. A lot.
I have a crush on Amy Adams.
That is all.
Half dead.
9:90. Asleep:Awake.
Anyways, yesterday, I guess my brother told my mom he didn’t want to go to grad school right now (Just a forewarning [because I’m a believer in transparency], I wasn’t actually there for the aforementioned and forthcoming events, so this paragraph is retold second hand.) Instead, he wanted to work for a while before starting grad school. She was none too pleased. Allegedly,...
Regarding Facebook:
Had other stuff to say, but I can’t remember right now. It’ll come when it comes.
Near, There, Everywhere (but here).
I am so happy to be with you are with me. - Text on Korean pencil box
I am so happy:
to be with you.
you are with me.
I guess sometimes two rights do make a wrong.
Anyways, blogalog: Stream of Consciousness Edition (we’ll see how this turns out). I really love driving, especially at night. I also really like sushi and Subway. It’s been over a month without Facebook. Honestly, I...
LOVE. LIVE. LIFE.
The Prayer
J.B. was the sort of person who had gone through life trying everything and being second-best at everything. Life was a great elective divvied up into a series of smaller electives. There was nothing he had not tried, but for some reason, there was nothing in particular he wanted to do all the time and forever. If J.B. could have afforded the title, he might have been called a dilettante. But...
Neglect, A Collection of Short Stories, and SRD.
First and foremost, I’m sorry Tumblr. I’ve been a bad grumblrr, and I haven’t been paying you the attention you so rightfully deserve. But guess who’s back? (Protip: See previous entry/picture.) I can’t remember what the last thing I actually posted (besides pictures and music and stuff) was, but I do know that it was before the New Year arrived. So heres a collection...
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