December 2009
3 posts
in the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
I am the girl without game, the heart without walls, the skin that acts like paper. and it gets me nowhere, got me nowhere. I’m tired. This hurts.
Lazy Sunday.
There is a high and a low for me every christmas. Last night, I had a terrible dream, and I woke up with achey muscles and a broken heart, yet I went to bed in the most amazing mood possible. Today may very well be that low. The high, went on for much longer than I think it ever has. I have felt like a million bucks the past week and the only blip has been right now. The holidays always seem to...
don't judge me for the littles
It hurts me to think of all the things that I could have done. All the things that I used to crave, all the things I said I’d do. I’m not going to be a waste of skin anymore. I’m not going to think that it’s wrong to feel the way I do, or feel like there is nothing out there for me in this world. Am I worth something? Am I weak? Maybe, who gives a flying fuck. I hurt, I...