10.30.2010
You left your keys in the bowl by the door, there is a sandwich in the fridge for your lunch
I am behind on everything in my life.
Last-week due-date essays. My teachers were nice enough to give me extensions. Even with their generosity, I still won't complete the papers.
I have yet to open a bank account in this newest town. I am leeching off of my parents, like I always have. They're too pious to let on that they know I'm taking from them. But they know.
I meant to talk to someone new today. I guess I must've forgot. I meant to live anything at all. I meant to have my heart broken, or fall in love, or be a dastard or a duke, today.
I guess I must've forgot to wrestle myself to sleep before one in the morning.
I must've forgot to wake up today.
I must've forgot where I was planning on going, or I got lost along the way.
Maybe if I go nowhere at all, I'll finally remember where I set off to be in the first place.
10.26.2010
Your Ghost is Right by My Side
'Cause I don't deserve you
Not even for a moment
Not even for a second
Will I ever be saved?
My luck's out to get me
and you know, you know
You know it's gonna succeed
How will I survive this fucking week alone?
w e g e t l o s t i n t h e w o r l d
You like tattoos and piercings and hair past the shoulders, but I don't have any of those things.
You like when a man can attract everyone's eyes with his easy laughter and pearly teeth, but I cover my mouth when I smile and don't like attention.
You like men that smoke cigarettes, but you won't admit it.
You like men that stake their claim in the world that I would rather share.
I went outside at three o'clock this morning because you kept my mind awake. I watched the sun's reflection rise in glass buildings, and wished the reflection was a different world, where I was who you were looking for.
Drowning in Static Noise at Rainy Nine o'clock
Life is an exercise in futility.
The saddest part is, when we practice enough to get good at it... it's curtains. We build and break and become malleable and become strong with love or strong with anger or strong with joy or hope or revenge or hate or will
...and then nothing.
We fall.
We stop getting back up.
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