Unhinged. April 27, 2012

And I swore in that moment I wanted you dead. In the most selfish, self satisfying, if I can’t have you no one can kind of way. … “You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.” Julie de Lespinasse

Faded Directions. April 26, 2012

It took being away from the person I normally was, the skin I’m normally in, the people I’m normally around and in a completely different environment and air for me to realize that sometimes things are just out of your control. No matter how hard you try, sometimes it’s just not going to work out. [...]

More. April 16, 2012

What do you think hurts more? Having everything and losing it all, or having nothing and losing more than you thought you had?

I Can’t Find The Fight. April 13, 2012

Have you ever wanted something, that one thing, really really bad? Do you remember the first flush of hoping and wishing and really really really just wanting it? Do you remember how it made you feel when it became a possibility? When after all that pining and whining when it was finally no longer something [...]

Protected: Misdirection. November 29, 2011

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Unexpected. September 8, 2011

I’ve been feeling a little down of late. The disappointment of learning I’m only one subject short of possibly making a summer program transfer that’ll enable me to graduate ahead of the outlined time (that is painstakingly too long I’m compelled to add) hit me hard as most of my peers have already graduated/are graduating [...]

For The Matthews, Tylers, and Caseys. August 23, 2011

… “It’s been a long year, since we last spoke, how’s your halo?” Strays Don’t Sleep, For Blue Skies.

Toska. August 15, 2011

Toska [taws.kah] -noun (Russian) Roughly translated as sadness, melancholia, lugubriousness. I’d say ‘Hypophrenia’ which some genius on tumblr translated to ‘A feeling of sadness seemingly without a cause’ but ‘Toska’ fits better. Not just because it’s another one of them ‘untranslatable’ words that bring about a long ass wordsy meaning and has no English equivalent. [...]

Relapse. June 4, 2011

“I miss my sister. Every night at 10 or so, she used to call me on the phone, and when I asked her why. She told me her body told her… She wanted to hear my voice. I miss my sister. The smell of her shampoo. The way she could always convince me to read [...]

Driving Away. April 1, 2011

I haven’t been writing. And what little non-academic related writing that’s been going on have been so succinct and short or old recycled ideas that I decided to pick up from the ground and edited the shit out of just isn’t like me. It’s been a bit of a dry spell of late. In the [...]