December 2010
32 posts
Sonny sits by his window and thinks to himself How it’s strange that some rooms are like cages Sonny’s yearbook from high school Is down from the shelf And he idly thumbs through the pages Some have died Some have fled from themselves Or struggled from here to get there Sonny wanders beyond his interior walls Runs his hand through his thinning brown hair
When I notice the people I love feeling sad, I try as much as I can to make it go away for them. I know it’s true how we will all do this, and I think it’s only because we can’t bear knowing how the sadness living within ourselves could end up living inside somebody else.
This may sound crazy, but the fact is that I am either experiencing the symptoms of a schizophrenic patient or there is something beyond human in my house. I currently dread being home-alone as these times are filled with high-anxiety and high-alertness, because I feel that in actuaIity, I am not the only one here. Only two nights ago when getting ready for bed did I experience the height of this...
ordovicianfauna asked: you like seekae? that's pretty sweet.
I really do wonder why people have to be so loud. I mean, how the fuck do these people not get even the slightest bit embarrassed when they bring so much attention upon themselves?! It’s confusing and sometimes on their behalf, I feel their embarrassment. Personally, I prefer the kinds of people who think this would be a better idea; “It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool...
30 Post Challenge
Day Fourteen - Your earliest memory. The earliest thing I can remember is preschool. A memory from this time would be the fact I wore boys underwear over girls. This was because I liked the Power Rangers more than fairies, and they always had Power Ranger prints available in the boys section. I teamed my under-garments with a camouflage backpack, had owned more Action Man figures than I did Barbie...
To be completely honest, all people creep me out. Just to different degrees.
November 2010
64 posts
