can I die?
Saturday 6 October 2012
Wednesday 28 March 2012
Wednesday 14 March 2012
Sunday 11 March 2012
Saturday 10 March 2012
Saturday 3 March 2012
Thursday 1 March 2012
Wednesday 29 February 2012
Sunday 19 February 2012
Saturday 18 February 2012
Friday 17 February 2012
Tuesday 14 February 2012
Saturday 11 February 2012
Friday 10 February 2012
Thursday 9 February 2012
you don't fucking get it do you?
you don't seem to understand me anymore. before you noticed when I changed the writing on my wrist. now in seeking counseling for my nervous breakdown and you havent fucking noticed.
you fucking jerk.
any wonder I don't feel like I can talk to you anymore.
we're not the same. and we don't fit.
and I'm leaving.
I don't give a fuck if it's your birthday.
you don't seem to understand me anymore. before you noticed when I changed the writing on my wrist. now in seeking counseling for my nervous breakdown and you havent fucking noticed.
you fucking jerk.
any wonder I don't feel like I can talk to you anymore.
we're not the same. and we don't fit.
and I'm leaving.
I don't give a fuck if it's your birthday.
Wednesday 8 February 2012
“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.”
—
John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
—
John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
Tuesday 7 February 2012
different names for the same thing
last night I created a playlist that might just save my life if i need it. many beautiful voiced who will calm me and walk me off the ledge. and I've been self diagnosing and Laying in bed over thinking everything and just wanting this breaking of everything inside me to have a name. the not knowing is the worst part of it all. if I can name it then half it's power is gone, dr who taught me that.
I've been using deep breathing exercises and trying to slow my heart beat enough that it won't hurt anymore. and I've been drinking copious amounts of tea hoping to drown whatever still remains.
I saw him yesterday, and just seeing his smile cut my insides into ribbons and left me as weak an weighed down as the day he left. I don't even know if it was him, but it made me feel so bad when I remembered that he's not really dead, I've just killed him off in my head as heart and how the fuck could I do that do easily?
sometimes I forget you're still breathing, and then I feel bad for killing you off in my head. in my heart. you didn't see me. or maybe you recognized the car and ignored me. maybe it wasn't even you. i don't know how I'd even approach you after not talking or seeing you for over two years. it would be like bringing someone back from the dead. dragging back all the old ghosts and old feeling and jamming them into whoever you are now. you will have changed. you'd have to have. if that was you, you've grown into yourself and you looked good. really goodI can't say the same for me or him though.
I need help. actual help.
but that means admitting something is out of my control.
I've been using deep breathing exercises and trying to slow my heart beat enough that it won't hurt anymore. and I've been drinking copious amounts of tea hoping to drown whatever still remains.
I saw him yesterday, and just seeing his smile cut my insides into ribbons and left me as weak an weighed down as the day he left. I don't even know if it was him, but it made me feel so bad when I remembered that he's not really dead, I've just killed him off in my head as heart and how the fuck could I do that do easily?
sometimes I forget you're still breathing, and then I feel bad for killing you off in my head. in my heart. you didn't see me. or maybe you recognized the car and ignored me. maybe it wasn't even you. i don't know how I'd even approach you after not talking or seeing you for over two years. it would be like bringing someone back from the dead. dragging back all the old ghosts and old feeling and jamming them into whoever you are now. you will have changed. you'd have to have. if that was you, you've grown into yourself and you looked good. really goodI can't say the same for me or him though.
I need help. actual help.
but that means admitting something is out of my control.
breathe. keep afloat. survive.
last night I made a playlist of songs that might just save my life if I need it.
I am not okay at all right now. and this isn't the kind of breaking down I can write about. that might mean admitting this is beyond my control.
I am not okay at all right now. and this isn't the kind of breaking down I can write about. that might mean admitting this is beyond my control.
Monday 6 February 2012
ghost boy.
I saw you today.
I knew it was you from your eyes
and your smile.
sometimes I forget you're still breathing, and then I feel bad for killing you off in my head.
in my heart.
you didn't see me. or maybe you recognized the car and ignored me.
maybe it wasn't even you.
i don't know how I'd even approach you after not talking or seeing you for over two years. it would be like bringing someone back from the dead. dragging back all the old ghosts and old feeling and jamming them into whoever you are now.
you will have changed. you'd have to have.
if that was you, you've grown into yourself and you looked good.
really good
I can't say the same for me or him though.
I knew it was you from your eyes
and your smile.
sometimes I forget you're still breathing, and then I feel bad for killing you off in my head.
in my heart.
you didn't see me. or maybe you recognized the car and ignored me.
maybe it wasn't even you.
i don't know how I'd even approach you after not talking or seeing you for over two years. it would be like bringing someone back from the dead. dragging back all the old ghosts and old feeling and jamming them into whoever you are now.
you will have changed. you'd have to have.
if that was you, you've grown into yourself and you looked good.
really good
I can't say the same for me or him though.
Saturday 4 February 2012
Friday 3 February 2012
Thursday 2 February 2012
i am desperately trying to understand the quakes that shake and
tremor my skin and deep in my muscles.
i know that my body is a landscape, and i am learning that the mountains
and valleys aren't always at peace as i can feel the rains starting to come
and wash away the paths that i knew so well.
each drop, is rendering me even more lost.
tremor my skin and deep in my muscles.
i know that my body is a landscape, and i am learning that the mountains
and valleys aren't always at peace as i can feel the rains starting to come
and wash away the paths that i knew so well.
each drop, is rendering me even more lost.
Wednesday 1 February 2012
Tuesday 31 January 2012
phantom limbs.
i can still feel you,
a body beside mine that is no longer there
and i reach to touch you and i fall through
and grab cotton instead.
i can still hear, feel and smell you.
but cannot touch you.
i cannot touch you.
a body beside mine that is no longer there
and i reach to touch you and i fall through
and grab cotton instead.
i can still hear, feel and smell you.
but cannot touch you.
i cannot touch you.
fuck.
I don't even know what I'm running away from any more. I am in danger if losing myself and burning the bridge to anywhere that I belong.
i am considering moving out. i need to be on my own, have my own space.
i don't have that here. i need something to call my own, somewhere i can
sprawl, and be messy with my music blasting and paper and paint and tape
everywhere. i am missing something.
i don't feel whole.
something is missing.
fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.
fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.
fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.fuck.
Monday 30 January 2012
dear, g.
for someone i've only ever seen in the flesh once
you are really quite important to me.
i have to say thank you, you apologised to us all
and i'm pretty sure we all instantly forgave you.
its hard to stay mad at someone so insanely handsome.
i know i fainted in the middle of your set
but i was in heaven, and i still can barely talk
for the screaming your words back at you.
and my arm still hurts from holding it up in the air
so you can know that i'm here, and i'm not going
to give up.
ever.
thank you for coming here, and thank you for
helping me keep the faith.
you make me stronger than i could ever be
on my own, and one day i will write your words
on me so that i can keep you and your strength
with me always.
killjoy sparrow.
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