May 2012
Prom.
It’s like playing pretend.
Biting my tongue.
Coward.
Spineless.
Weak.
Shut the fuck up!
i am so inroxicafed
i wisj i was viftuous in my writing words lol
That fucking horrible moment
When everything hurts and you think someone can make it better but you realize you don’t want to be with anyone so you lay in the dark trying so desperately hard not to cry and be an adult because you refuse to tell anyone what’s wrong. I need Maeghan. I need to cry. I need to fucking leave or stop existing for a while. Fuck.
April 2012
Work...
I’ve been working since 5:30… I’m about work over 12 hours today after my second shift..
I should care about composure
I should strive to reach perfection in what I attempt.
No fragments but a structured thought.
No, it’s just not me.
Fragmented and that’s all right.
Cryptic to anyone else but me.
Health
Is more important than anything else right now.
Trigger.
Just that word is dangerous. It begins to hold associations for me so whenever I see it; rather than avoid being triggered by not reading the topic, I am immediately making the connection between trigger and whatever the malicious entity may be.
MFA in Book Arts.
$300 poorer.
Hey there, Mills.
“It’s a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.”
– George Orwell, 1984 (via libraryland)
Sake
Sake
I’m having a moment where I honestly wish I never had to leave my work. I love the people and the children. I thrive in this environment and have such reluctance to walk out that door. I’d invest so much if I could. Oakland, I don’t know if I want you anymore. But I certainly want to throw away the past. Conflict.
