August 2011
1 post
Dear You
If you’re able to see this, then it means I’ve finally worked up the courage to spill my thoughts and tell you what is really on my mind… So good for me. You may not know me as well as you think, but I tend to go on and on about how hard the writing is for me. This, this is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to write. But the truth is, there’s no easy way to say this,...
June 2011
1 post
got dem disease of overanalyzation and it's making...
Life is a fucking roller coaster. The past few months have been so up and down it has driven me right out of my mind. I find myself so back and forth about everything and needing confirmation for every little thing in my life. The anxiety is overwhelming. I want to just sit back and enjoy what’s good in my life right now but that’s difficult to do sometimes. Writing this kind of calms...
July 2010
7 posts
it's nothing new
I’ve been piecing it together. It’s got something to do with every look thrown like a knife across a crowded room and every slow and quiet car ride I spent drinking in the backseat. Every stupid melody to every stupid song, and stupid word that everybody’s hanging on.
one forty plus: The Woman →
Sometimes I get the itch to go out for a drink thinking I might miss meeting the woman of my dreams, but then I realize the woman of my dreams isn’t at a bar at 12:36 on a Wednesday morning. No, the woman of my dreams is asleep in bed with her lame boyfriend she’s only now beginning to see is…
probably
I can’t stand my glasses, but I probably need them to read. I waste all my down time. And I don’t get much sleep. I don’t like the movies, but I’ll probably go any way. And I fight with my mother a lot, when I feel like there’s nothing to say. And I don’t care for punk rock, but I do love Crooked Rain. And I probably won’t talk to strangers like you. But I...
one forty plus: Depends on Who You Ask. →
I’m not sure if it’s a function of advancing age or just the times we’re living in, but it’s almost impossible for me to find complete external validation in any one thought, desire, instinct or vision anymore.
Who do you want to be exactly like? Is there anybody in this world who’s laid down a…
