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mo' beta
03.23.05 (10:32 am)   [edit]
i think i am slowly coming out of my downward funk.
i just want to not worry about stuff.
i just want stuff not to happen to me anymore.
i just want to be happy.
too much to ask?
 
nothing unusual
03.20.05 (9:13 am)   [edit]
i spend a lot of time alone on weekends. i could go 48 hours without talking to another person. (aside from a murmered goodnight at 4 in the morning sometimes)
i used to love to be alone. i used to take pleasure in my company, humming in the silence and relishing my time with myself. These days i am anxious. i watch the clock. i listen to loud music. i grasp for conversation with anybody.
i'm going out today.
 
Liar liar
03.11.05 (3:14 pm)   [edit]

People lie to each other all the time. Have you ever noticed that? Today I was walking down central and this very drunk very slurred voice asked for a few dollars. The guy swore he wouldn't spend it on booze, as he tipped over on his side. I said i didn't have any money. He looked in my eyes when he said he wouldnt spend it on booze and i looked into his eyes when i said i didn't have any money, though i could feel my laundry quarters pressing into my thigh in my jeans pocket. But somehow our lies were acceptable to both of us. Why? How many times do you lie in a day?


lie
n.



  1. A false statement deliberately presented as being true; a falsehood.
  2. Something meant to deceive or give a wrong impression.


v. lied, ly·ing, lies
v. intr.



  1. To present false information with the intention of deceiving.
  2. To convey a false image or impression: Appearances often lie.
 
not again!
03.07.05 (3:04 pm)   [edit]
I miss someone so much today.



Commence to whining:



I wrote a whole bunch on all the specific things I miss about this person, and I re-read it and decided it was shite. I miss this person but whining about every detail of our time together isn't going to help. It's not like the friend is dead. Just re-located to a sunnier part of the country.



Okay.



So on to topic two:



People confide in me all the time. People I kind of know call me at random times to ask for advice or tell me their secrets. People I don't know at all sit next to me at bus stops and coffee shops and just start talking. Their stories come pouring out like cereal into a bowl. Maybe it's my sympathetic nods. Maybe it's because I don't say much. Maybe it’s because there are a lot of lonely people in this world. Whatever the reason is, it's okay with me. I like to listen to others struggles. I like to think I'm not the only lonely one.
 
not hopeless
03.04.05 (10:00 am)   [edit]

i haven't been able to sleep in a week. i'm not stressed am i?


i lie in bed and listen to the rain, and the steady breathing next to me and i wonder why i could spend the whole day waiting for this opportunity to sleep, yet wasting it with my eyes wide at the ceiling.


i tried to read. i even tried tv.


last night i just woke him up and made him talk to me until there was light outside. I told him my secrets and he told me mine and we giggled until morning.


now i feel like i'm walking in a dream. Reminds me of edward nortons character on fightclub.






"With insomnia, you're never really asleep;
you're never really awake."
~Narrator~

 
another one
03.02.05 (1:16 pm)   [edit]
i never know what to say anymore. i find myself being silent, and just watching. just listening. i think i can't say anything wrong if i don't say anything at all. does it work? does merely smiling and turning away mask the pain? i don't know. i'm trying here, i really am.