Trying to Get Back

It's been a year - if not more - since I wrote intensely.I still write, but it is much, much rarer now. I want to write, but whenever I sit down in front of my computer, I have no inspiration. I get frustrated when I sit with an open, empty document, because I find myself unable to express anything.I used to use writing as a second life; to create another self and express some of my deepest hopes...
May 24th, 2012 at 11:50pm

Perception of the World

When the world ends, it’s only your own.We may all live on one planet in what seems like one world, but we each have our own. It is not one world that each of us perceives in different ways; it is each our worlds we build up – and tear down.My world is incomplete. I haven’t built it all – there’s still so much to perceive; to judge; to value; to discard; to believe.Most of the things we...
January 2nd, 2011 at 11:30pm

This Week

Don't you have anyone else?It will happen suddenly.You're a sweet girl.You're cheap.It's okay to ask for help.I wish I could have been there.Sure thing.It's what YOU want that's important.Yeah, maybe I should've done that.You're lying all the time.That's what this week has been about. I'm alone. That's what it all boils down to; I'm alone. I don't want to be, and yet, it's what I always am. No...
November 20th, 2010 at 11:21pm

Clueless Asshole

I told you I wasn't alright.I confessed to you.I admitted all my thoughts - good and bad.I told you so many things.I thought I could trust you.I made myself believe that you were actually listening.I fooled myself by thinking you actually cared about me.I thought someone would finally listen to me.I thought someone would finally care.I though so many things.And after I told you all of that,all you...
October 16th, 2010 at 08:37pm

Confessions

I don't think I'm all that well.I was raised to believe that if I didn't smile, I wasn't happy. I was never told that, but when I didn't smile, my parents always asked me if I were upset.So I've never been sure of how I've felt. In a way, I've always felt that if I weren't happy, if there was nothing to smile about and if I couldn't smile, then I wasn't happy.But am I? Am I happy, even when I...
June 20th, 2010 at 07:55pm