May 2009
12 posts
Underwear
I’ve been putting my underwear on inside-out pretty consistently lately.
The strange thing is that I’ve actually been making a conscious effort to put them on correctly.
I hold them out, make sure they’re facing the proper direction and that the tag is in the appropriate place- in the back.
Then- somewhere between my feet entering the right holes and the fabric meeting my knees, the underwear...
Do I love you
Or do I just desire the thought of loving you? Or love the thought of desiring you? Have I ever loved anyone? Is that even possible for me to do? I’m not afraid of being alone anymore- I know that will never happen. I am however afraid of being unhappy. But.. I’m realizing now that being afraid of being unhappy is in fact making me unhappy and preventing events in my life that could make me happy-...
Dear Debbie
You have the inability to let things go. Everything you think about is negative- inconiquensal happens are held with the up most importance to you. Why can’t you just be happy? Seriously- what’s wrong with you? Sort out your life and get on with it. You aren’t dead- you aren’t sick. You are fine. The only thing u need to worry about in this life is the act of worrying. Stop it. Stop thinking...
The exhausting drum of the trains vibrations pound in my head along with the dead silence of being uncreative.
The only thought running in my head the thought of having nothing to think about.
Too uninspired to write anything of much importance or inspiration.
So I sit.. And sit and fucking sit- wishing I had something better to think about than this.
