December 2009
40 posts
new year resolutions
get a new job
get into university
get a cat
sort my mind out
don’t fall in love
appreciate things more
hang out with friends a lot more
i haven’t woke up feeling good in months. this feels amazing.
i love my friends. i love you especially. but it’s a different kind. you want to be my friend and my lover but for those to paths never to cross. i lay with you and spoke about how much we love each other but when is it ever going to change? nothing will change. weeks from now i will post the same angsty broken hearted drivel.
“Many people need desperately to receive this message: ‘I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.”
some people turn sad awfully young. no special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. they bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as i say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. i know, for a i am one of them.
in a strange way, i had fallen in love with my depression.… i loved it because i thought it was all i had. i thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. i thought so little of myself, felt that i had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony
If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
occasionally I wish I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I felt
I like when you kiss someone just after they’ve smoked. It tastes amazing.
i like lace on flesh and backs. backs are so sexy i think.
